an intellectual? yes. and never deny it. an intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. i like this, because i am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. ‘can they be brought together?’ this is a practical question. we must get down to it. ‘i despise intelligence’ really means: ‘i cannot bear my doubts.’
i prefer to keep my eyes open (15).
camus, albert. carnets 1935-1942. trans philip thody. london: hamish hamilton, 1963.