Danish noir(ish) plus my 2,000th post

"Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth."What crime writers do those selections remind you of?
— The Journals of Søren Kierkegaard: A Selection, no. 37, entry for Jan. 1836
"At one time my only wish was to be a police official. It seemed to me to be an occupation for my sleepless intriguing mind. I had the idea that there, among criminals, were people to fight: clever, vigorous, crafty fellows. Later I realized that it was good that I did not become one, for most police cases involve misery and wretchedness—not crimes and scandals."
— Journals and Papers, vol. 5, entry no. 6016 (1840-42)
"I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations—one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it—you will regret both."
— Either/Or, vol. 2, “Balance between Esthetic and Ethical”
"I do not care for anything. I do not care to ride, for the exercise is too violent. I do not care to walk, walking is too strenuous. I do not care to lie down, for I should either have to remain lying, and I do not care to do that, or I should have to get up again, and I do not care to do that either. Summa summarum: I do not care at all."
— Either/Or, vol. 1, “Diapsalmata”
And here's a Kierkegaardian treat for my Irish crime-writing friends:
"If I did not know that I am a genuine Dane, I could almost be tempted to explain my self-contradictions by supposing that I am an Irishman. For the Irish do not have the heart to immerse their children totally when they have them baptized; they want to keep a little paganism in reserve; generally the child is totally immersed under water but with the right arm free, so that he will be able to wield a sword with it, embrace the girls."
— Journals and Papers, vol. 5, entry no. 5556, 1840–42.
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This is Detectives Beyond Borders' 2,000th post. And Happy Canada Day, everybody!© Peter Rozovsky MMXII
Labels: 2000th post, Denmark, miscellaneous, Søren Kierkegaard