More specifically concerning: happiness
26 July 2003, around 8.07.
Mine heart began to weep within my breast, silently, very bitterly: but the crowds which came in and the crowds which went out were ignorant of my grief. To the genuinely aggrieved, there is nothing more distracting (and consoling) than the knowledge that he is keeping his grievance to himself. —Don Tarquinio, chapter iii, p. […]
20 November 2003, around 10.08.
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. (from […]
25 March 2004, around 15.25.
a love-song, a love-song.
Crambe repetita (19)
8 September 2011, around 19.12.
William Hazlitt, ‘On the Pleasure of Painting’.
26 November 2012, around 6.15.
facing the void…
3 January 2018, around 5.53.
19 February 2019, around 7.20.
Hegel endures history…