I am reading Frederich Nietzsche ("The Birth of Tragedy") and Arthur Schopenhauer ("The World as Will and Representation") simultaneously, with each alternating as comic relief to the other. Every time I open either, I experience an immediate flashback to the Kevin Kline character Otto in "A Fish Called Wanda," acknowledge the similarities, and dig in. Though their works have been translated into English, I have to translate the translations, and vault over the nuances of time and place, in trying to relate my world to theirs. In doing so, I watch all of the pertinent YouTube videos on each author and both books in order to make as much sense as possible of what I am reading. And as I do so, I relate all of it, insofar as I am able, to my situation in this here/now, and respond to them out of my own world and world view. It is as though I am designing my own course of study, and working my way through my "reclining years" in the company of people who have earned the respect of generations. At the very least, it beats Bridge, Shuffle Board, and Pickleball. And keeps me off the streets.