#wilhelmmeister — Public Fediverse posts
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"Look at men, how they struggle after happiness and satisfaction! Their wishes, their toil, their gold, are ever hunting restlessly,--and after what? After that which the poet has received from nature,--the right enjoyment of the world, the feeling of himself in others, the harmonious conjunction of many things that will seldom exist together."
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"Look at men, how they struggle after happiness and satisfaction! Their wishes, their toil, their gold, are ever hunting restlessly,--and after what? After that which the poet has received from nature,--the right enjoyment of the world, the feeling of himself in others, the harmonious conjunction of many things that will seldom exist together."
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"Look at men, how they struggle after happiness and satisfaction! Their wishes, their toil, their gold, are ever hunting restlessly,--and after what? After that which the poet has received from nature,--the right enjoyment of the world, the feeling of himself in others, the harmonious conjunction of many things that will seldom exist together."
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"Look at men, how they struggle after happiness and satisfaction! Their wishes, their toil, their gold, are ever hunting restlessly,--and after what? After that which the poet has received from nature,--the right enjoyment of the world, the feeling of himself in others, the harmonious conjunction of many things that will seldom exist together."
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"Look at men, how they struggle after happiness and satisfaction! Their wishes, their toil, their gold, are ever hunting restlessly,--and after what? After that which the poet has received from nature,--the right enjoyment of the world, the feeling of himself in others, the harmonious conjunction of many things that will seldom exist together."
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version 1: the letter
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a letter to a friend, which, however, does not find him, but is brought back to us, and we open it at the distance of some considerable time, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
#Goethe #WilhelmMeister #ThomasCarlyle #vol1book2ch2
version 2: the toot
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a [toot] to [the Fediverse], and at the distance of some considerable time it is brought back to us [by a belated boost], and we open it, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
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version 1: the letter
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a letter to a friend, which, however, does not find him, but is brought back to us, and we open it at the distance of some considerable time, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
#Goethe #WilhelmMeister #ThomasCarlyle #vol1book2ch2
version 2: the toot
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a [toot] to [the Fediverse], and at the distance of some considerable time it is brought back to us [by a belated boost], and we open it, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
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version 1: the letter
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a letter to a friend, which, however, does not find him, but is brought back to us, and we open it at the distance of some considerable time, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
#Goethe #WilhelmMeister #ThomasCarlyle #vol1book2ch2
version 2: the toot
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a [toot] to [the Fediverse], and at the distance of some considerable time it is brought back to us [by a belated boost], and we open it, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
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version 1: the letter
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a letter to a friend, which, however, does not find him, but is brought back to us, and we open it at the distance of some considerable time, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
#Goethe #WilhelmMeister #ThomasCarlyle #vol1book2ch2
version 2: the toot
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a [toot] to [the Fediverse], and at the distance of some considerable time it is brought back to us [by a belated boost], and we open it, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
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version 1: the letter
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a letter to a friend, which, however, does not find him, but is brought back to us, and we open it at the distance of some considerable time, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
#Goethe #WilhelmMeister #ThomasCarlyle #vol1book2ch2
version 2: the toot
"If we happen, under certain circumstances, to have written and sealed and despatched a [toot] to [the Fediverse], and at the distance of some considerable time it is brought back to us [by a belated boost], and we open it, a singular emotion is produced in us, on breaking up our own seal, and conversing with our altered self as with a third person."
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"... for youth, which is so rich in undeveloped force, knows not what it squanders when, to the anguish which a loss occasions, it adds so many sorrows of its own production, as if it meant then first to give the right value to what is gone forever."
"He likewise felt so convinced that his present loss was the sole, the first, the last, he ever could experience in life, that he turned away from every consolation which aimed at showing that his sorrows might be less than endless."
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"... for youth, which is so rich in undeveloped force, knows not what it squanders when, to the anguish which a loss occasions, it adds so many sorrows of its own production, as if it meant then first to give the right value to what is gone forever."
"He likewise felt so convinced that his present loss was the sole, the first, the last, he ever could experience in life, that he turned away from every consolation which aimed at showing that his sorrows might be less than endless."
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"... for youth, which is so rich in undeveloped force, knows not what it squanders when, to the anguish which a loss occasions, it adds so many sorrows of its own production, as if it meant then first to give the right value to what is gone forever."
"He likewise felt so convinced that his present loss was the sole, the first, the last, he ever could experience in life, that he turned away from every consolation which aimed at showing that his sorrows might be less than endless."
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"... for youth, which is so rich in undeveloped force, knows not what it squanders when, to the anguish which a loss occasions, it adds so many sorrows of its own production, as if it meant then first to give the right value to what is gone forever."
"He likewise felt so convinced that his present loss was the sole, the first, the last, he ever could experience in life, that he turned away from every consolation which aimed at showing that his sorrows might be less than endless."
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"... for youth, which is so rich in undeveloped force, knows not what it squanders when, to the anguish which a loss occasions, it adds so many sorrows of its own production, as if it meant then first to give the right value to what is gone forever."
"He likewise felt so convinced that his present loss was the sole, the first, the last, he ever could experience in life, that he turned away from every consolation which aimed at showing that his sorrows might be less than endless."
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" ... besides the unwearied attentions of his family, the love of his brothers and sisters, which first becomes truly sensible in times of distress and want, ..."
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" ... besides the unwearied attentions of his family, the love of his brothers and sisters, which first becomes truly sensible in times of distress and want, ..."
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" ... besides the unwearied attentions of his family, the love of his brothers and sisters, which first becomes truly sensible in times of distress and want, ..."
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" ... besides the unwearied attentions of his family, the love of his brothers and sisters, which first becomes truly sensible in times of distress and want, ..."
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" ... besides the unwearied attentions of his family, the love of his brothers and sisters, which first becomes truly sensible in times of distress and want, ..."
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Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.
Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?
The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.
Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.
I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.
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Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.
Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?
The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.
Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.
I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.
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Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.
Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?
The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.
Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.
I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.
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Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.
Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?
The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.
Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.
I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.
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Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.
Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?
The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.
Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.
I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.
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" ... so that Nature, not inclined to let her darling perish utterly, visited him with sickness, to make an outlet for him on the other side."
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" ... so that Nature, not inclined to let her darling perish utterly, visited him with sickness, to make an outlet for him on the other side."
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" ... so that Nature, not inclined to let her darling perish utterly, visited him with sickness, to make an outlet for him on the other side."
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" ... so that Nature, not inclined to let her darling perish utterly, visited him with sickness, to make an outlet for him on the other side."
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" ... so that Nature, not inclined to let her darling perish utterly, visited him with sickness, to make an outlet for him on the other side."
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" ... leaving his friend not even the respite of the smallest momentary self-deception, but treading down every lurking-place in which he might have saved himself from desperation, ... "
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" ... leaving his friend not even the respite of the smallest momentary self-deception, but treading down every lurking-place in which he might have saved himself from desperation, ... "
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" ... leaving his friend not even the respite of the smallest momentary self-deception, but treading down every lurking-place in which he might have saved himself from desperation, ... "
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" ... leaving his friend not even the respite of the smallest momentary self-deception, but treading down every lurking-place in which he might have saved himself from desperation, ... "
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" ... leaving his friend not even the respite of the smallest momentary self-deception, but treading down every lurking-place in which he might have saved himself from desperation, ... "