I'm wrestling with Pirsig's "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" right now. I optimistically bought the book during my studies (long ago) but couldn't get through... bloody hell, difficult reading... Now being more mature and packed with life experience I thought i'd give it a try again, especially because there is a Guzzi on the cover!
What can I say... the first time the name Immanuel Kant appeared in the book, this came to mind:
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very rarely stable,
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table,
David Hume could out-consume Schopenhauer and Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya 'bout the turning of the wrist,
Socrates himself was permanently pissed...
John Stuart Mill, of his own free will, with half a pint of shandy was
particularly ill,
Plato, they say, could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day,
Aristotle, Aristotle was a beggar for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart, "I drink therefore I am."
Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed.