On Being Left-Wingish (?)

Around 200 years ago, two German bigwigs had a row over the question of 'marriage'. One rather Left-Wingish (?) poet called Friedrich von Schlegel (1772 - 1829) wrote an unfinished 'romance' (once again, in the technical sense) called Lucinde where he eulogised the notion of the fulfillment of reciprocal love with no need for religious sanction or public ceremony. To this came the sharp criticism from a formidable Father-always-knows-what-is-best-for-you Right-Wingish (?) philosopher called Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770 - 1831) : 'Friedrich v. Schlegel in his Lucinde, and a follower of his ..., have put forward the view that the wedding ceremony is superfluous and a formality which might be discarded. Their reason is that love is, so they say, the substance of marriage and that the celebration therefore detracts from its worth.'

Enough, then, has been said (although in my highly oblique ironical style) to indicate why I am always so much more comfortable in the presence of Left-Wingish (?) people.

(Historical note : Anticipating the Hollywood practice of coming up with sequels by more than one century, the story of the Right-Wingish (?) Hegel does not end there. There came along yet another ponderous German called Karl Marx who claimed that he had turned the philosophy of Hegel upside down. To which I can only say : 'Quite rightly' (no pun intended)).