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Those who would know Kierkegaard, the intensely religious humorist, the irrepressibley witty critic of his age and ours, can do no better than to begin with this book. [In it] we find the heart of Kierkegaard. It is not innocuous, not genteel, not comfortable. He does not invite the reader to relax and have a little laugh with him at the expense of other people or at his own foibles. Kierkegaard deliberately challenges the reader's whole existence.
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