Kierkegaard is fine, says the present age, provided only he is cut and dried a little, milked of his unpleasant venom, and — in a word — bowdlerized. But int eh present age one no longer literally changes texts; instead, to say it once more, one betrays with interpretations. It may seem that this procedure is not new: some liberals consider Paul a prisoner of this insidious method; others, yet more radical, regard the Gospels as examples. However that may be, what is new is the scholarly approach or rather dubious scholarship: the invocation of a multitude of names of little relevance, the desiccated prose that in its deathly pallor leans on pointless footnotes, and the striking fact that the perversion is accomplished without passion. Life and death are utterly out of the picture as is any question of a mission: we breathe classroom air, yet more often, the dust of the journal shelves.
Walter Kaufmann, Preface
This Present Age, Soren Kierkegaard