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I read this in January of 2000. Reading this was an amazing experience. I certainly must commend his honesty, because this account of his youth spares nothing in showing him to be selfish, callous, self-centered and utterly lacking in compassion and empathy. His only true continuing interest seems to be in gratifying his ever-present lust, and his only qualm about it all is the fear of syphilis. From the "Notes" and "Chronology" appended, I deduce that in his maturity he received numerous literary prizes and commendations. Perhaps his mature work expressed a different soul than the one recorded within. Since he is not only dust, but is, in large measure, forgotten, I feel dreadfully sorry for him and take this whole memoir as a prime example of how NOT to live your life.
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In de Weens Praterstraße, destijds Jägerzeile* genaamd, op de derde verdieping van het huis naast Hotel Europe*, zag ik op 15 mei 1862 het levenslicht; en een paar uur later - mijn vader* heeft het me vaak verteld - lag ik een tijdje op zijn bureau.
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Daarmee is evenwel niet gezegd dat juist ik gerechtigd ben mij tot deze enkelingen te rekenen; maar hoe zou men eigenlijk moeten, of sterker nog, kunnen leven, scheppende arbeid verrichten en zich soms in het leven zelf verheugen, als men zich niet inbeeldde tot deze uitverkorenen te behoren?
Reading this was an amazing experience. I certainly must commend his honesty, because this account of his youth spares nothing in showing him to be selfish, callous, self-centered and utterly lacking in compassion and empathy. His only true continuing interest seems to be in gratifying his ever-present lust, and his only qualm about it all is the fear of syphilis.
From the "Notes" and "Chronology" appended, I deduce that in his maturity he received numerous literary prizes and commendations. Perhaps his mature work expressed a different soul than the one recorded within.
Since he is not only dust, but is, in large measure, forgotten, I feel dreadfully sorry for him and take this whole memoir as a prime example of how NOT to live your life.