From Old Masters, by Thomas Bernhard

When I think that even super-intelligent people have been taken in by Heidegger and that even one of my best women friends wrote a dissertation about Heidegger, and moreover wrote that dissertation quite seriously, I feel sick to this day, Reger said. 

Reger's opinion about Heidegger is quite surprising to me, actually, although I can see how Bernhard and Heidegger would be a sort of oil-and-water combination, but I really like that Reger has to specify that his friend wrote her dissertation quite seriously—is there an Austrian habit of writing unserious dissertations? I've written unserious abstracts before (e.g., "The Awkward Ache: Castration Anxiety in Henry James"), but, you know, that was college. I know better now.