Last year I grew a dark purplish variety - nearly black - amid a bed of red, orange, yellow and fuchsia zinnias from seed packets given as a gift to my daughter on her eighth birthday. This is only the second year I have planted dahlias at home. Well, Levinas is clearly wrong, I think, and it’s just a shame that he didn’t have more flowers. They are wild and leggy now, toppling over one another in a riot of pale orange blooms. I am in the kitchen preparing my graduate seminar on the French philosopher Emmanuel Levinas when I come upon a line in his essay “Totality and Infinity,” in which he critiques beauty as “indifference, cold splendor and silence.” I glance out the window and see a patch of dahlias I planted last spring.
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