after eight year in his "mattress tomb" in Paris, Heinrich Heine, in worsening condition, after coughing for 24 hours straight, and with a terrible headache wrote a note to his new muse "Mouche":
"I am almost going out of my mind with anger, pain, and impatience. I am going to complain to the Animal Protection League about a God who tortures me so cruelly."
-- The Poet Dying: Heinrich Heine's Last Years in Paris, Ernst Pawel, p. 184.
"The notion that books may so broaden and deepen one's knowledge of life, and so sharpens one's perceptions, that he can live more wisely and judge more intelligently, has dropped out of...to a large extent, out of Victorian, in fact the modern, mind." -- The Victorian Frame of Mind, Walter E. Houghton, 1957, p. 119. (Extracts from recent readings. Photo at sunset atop a Mt Scopus building.)
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Friday, April 5, 2013
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