![Nietzsche's The Birth of Tragedy: Looking at Art through the Lens of Life[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
In the midnight Sphinx Tavern, the flames of candles are crumbling, the kerosene lamps induce the lullaby of breast milk, and the incandescent lamps are the brightest, harshest, and most indifferent. These lights are dark in a way that people cannot perceive...
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