ABSTRACT
Kierkegaard’s cascade of writing is meant to catch his readers mid-stride. Although some citizens of Copenhagen may have missed the Socrates in their midst, an expanding city of readers has been caught by his work in the century and a half since his death in 1855 – testimony to the apparently inexhaustible power of his writing. It’s an open question, of course, whether the growing city of appreciative readers has done better than Copenhagen at heeding the aim of his mission. How many have let their lives be changed? But how, after all, would that be measured?
