Mencius Moldbug comments on the approaching death of Lawrence Auster, here.
Auster himself is puzzled, and I think his puzzlement illustrates rather well exactly the points Moldbug makes about him: Auster’s specialty is order and clarity, while Moldbug’s piece, as always, is long, discursive, and sesquipedalian.
But I thought it was quite a nice tribute, myself.
I’m really going to miss VFR.
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I stopped reading Moldbug’s post after a few paragraphs. Like Auster, I haven’t a damn clue what he’s trying to say. His thoughts–not to mention his diction–seem so random.
It’s funny, I don’t get that from Moldbug. It’s riffing, to me, by a strange virtuoso.