Sublime

Emulation of more noxious aspects of adolescence, rather than the clearheaded pristine innocence of authentic childhood.

A certain Dembscher owed Beethoven fifty florins, and when the composer, who was chronically short of funds, reminded him of the debt, Dembscher heaved a mournful sigh and said, “Muss es sein?” To which Beethoven replied, with a hearty laugh, “Es muss sein!” and immediately jotted down these words and their melody. On this realistic motif he then

But the humans have her in their grip, and she’ll never get free again.

insidious

hypnagogic

“Yes, poor man, he’s gone,” said the mayor. “And he’ll go on, planet after planet, seeking and seeking, and always and always he will be an hour late, or a half hour late, or ten minutes late, or a minute late. And finally he will miss out by only a few seconds. And when he has visited three hundred worlds and is seventy or eighty years old he will

L’apparition du jeune Hofmannsthal était et reste mémorable comme un des plus grands miracles de perfection précoce ; à cet âge, je ne connais personne d’autre dans la littérature mondiale, à part Keats et Rimbaud, qui ait fait preuve d’une infaillibilité comparable dans la maîtrise de la langue, d’une telle ampleur et d’une telle allégresse

Like the child in the tale, they all lost their handmade shoes somewhere along the way and found their way to the poisoned red shoes.