Goethe Hell! Or, If You Don’t Know Ennui By Now.

Just wonderful. read it.


Johann_Heinrich_Wilhelm_Tischbein_-_Goethe_in_the_Roman_Campagna_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg Goethe: #metoo.  Watch that hand, crying boy.

“Know thyself? If I knew myself I would run away.”


I love Goethe because it’s The Sorrows of Young Werther that I turned to whenever I was returned to Dumpsville: population Middlerabbit.  There’s nothing like a bit of self-pity and moping, is there?  Not that this is about being dumped again because it’s not.

I’ve written about my first and third year at university, but not said much about my second.  It was an odd time for me in some ways: it felt a bit like being in limbo – neither one thing nor another.  I lived so far from campus that I felt even less connected to it than I did in my first year, but nor was I a townie.

Thus continued a pattern of feeling pretty much detached from that which I ought to be attached.  It’s been a constant…

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