Abstract

We will all have sometimes cried out, while running between the bedroom and the bathroom, in the morning, as did King Peter of Georg Buechner’s Leonce und Lena: “But where is my shirt? and my trousers? Halt, few! Free will is here all open in front of me. Where are morals? Where are my cuffs? The categories are in the most scandalous confusion : two more buttons are sewn on, the snuff-box is stuck in the right pocket; my whole system is in disarray.”