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"The old fish-faced actress always tries to talk to you against the light. (February 13, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 234)"
"They are a dry tree that is just waiting for other people's leaves. (March 5, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"dormers look like the square eyes of rooftops. (March 5, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"I don't know if it is possible to correct one's own faults, but I do know that one can be disgusted by one's own qualities especially when one finds them in others. (March 10, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"Your page on autumn must give you the same pleasure as walking on dead leaves. (March 10, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"Imagine life without death. Out of desperation, people would try to kill themselves every day. (March 13, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"Some friends distrust us as if they believe that we know the depths of their souls. (March 13, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"I have a forehead like hydrocephalus, and my ideas disappear every moment underwater. Then they come back to the surface like the drowned. (March 21, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 236)"
"Sometimes I don't have blood in my veins except to get bad blood. (March 24, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 237)"
"I don't bend, but I break. (June 19, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 238)"
"The truth I pulled up from my well can't get out of its chain. (June 19, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 239)"
"People don't talk about me anymore except in relation to others. (June 27, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 239)"
"To be happy is to be envied. Now there's always someone who envies us. It's a matter of finding out. (July 1, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 239)"
"equality is the utopia of envy. Yes, but we will suppress it by suppressing the reasons for our pride. (August 7, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 239)"
"The peasants do not envy the owner of the castle: but they envy the neighbor who has made his fortune. (August 9, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 239)"
"Continuous work is as stupid as continuous rest. (August 16, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 241)"
"Our dream bumps against the mystery like a wasp against a glass. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window. (August 16, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 241)"
"To romanticize a peasant is almost an insult to his misery. The peasant has no history, or at least no story from a novel. (September 12, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 241)"
"Every moment I turn off and on again. My soul is full of unlit matches. (September 18, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 242)"
"The sun rises before me, but I lie down after him. We are tied and drawn. (September 24, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 242)"
"I am envious in nature, but I have never had the patience to be ambitious. (October 9, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 242)"
"My books are so far removed from me that I am already a kind of posterity to them. This is my precise judgment: I will never read them again. (November 29, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 245)"
"The bat flies with its rain cover. (December 1, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 245)"
"You Must Not Love Shakespeare then very late, when one has a disgust for perfection. (December 4, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 246)"
"A journal editor will give you a good hour to explain why he doesn't have time to read your manuscript. But at least he had that hour to read it. (December 10, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 247)"
"Eulogy funeral. Half of this praise would have sufficed for him when he was alive. (December 16, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 248)"
"A socialist independent to the point of not being afraid to make luxuries. (December 19, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 248)"
"The year has too long an agony. You are sad on December 20, and on the 31st you don't notice that the year dies. (December 20, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 248)"
"The penguin with the tips of its wings in its waistcoat pocket. (December 22, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 248)"
"To have the dreams light asleep with eyes full of moon. (December 27, C.E.1906; Vergani, p. 248)"
"A man of character does not have a good character. (January 2, C.E.1907; Vergani, p. 249)"
"As soon as I happen to work a little, I immediately believe that everything is due to me and the slightest annoyance seems to me an injustice. (January 4, C.E.1907; p. 249)"
"Experience is a useful gift that serves no purpose. (January 8, C.E.1907; Vergani, p. 249)"
"Native country, mortal country. (June 19, C.E.1907; Vergani, p. 252)"
"The country of birth is all here: a minute of emotion every now and then, but not always. (August 10, C.E.1907; Vergani, p. 253)"
"Never be satisfied: art is all here."
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"When I think of all the books I have left to read, I am sure that I am still happy."
"If you want to win the sympathy of women tell them the things you wouldn't want men to say to your wife."
"Baudelaire: his heavy phrase, loaded with electric fluids. (C.E.1887; Vergani, p. 11)"
"If even the slightest truth could come out of a discussion, there would be less discussion. Nothing is more depressing than understanding each other: once you have understood each other, there is nothing more to say to each other. (October 24, C.E.1887; Vergani, p. 12)"
"The most beautiful pages about the campaign are written in the middle of the city. (November 25, C.E.1887; Vergani, p. 13)"
"Work thinks, laziness dreams. It has its own very bad way of being good. (December 27, C.E.1887; Vergani, p. 13)"
"How many people wanted to kill themselves and instead limited themselves to tearing up their photographs! (December 29, C.E.1888; Vergani, p. 15)"
"Depicts the ideal of calm with the image of a cat sitting. (January 30, C.E.1889; Vergani, p. 16)"
"The most stupid exaggeration is that of tears. It's as annoying as a faucet that won't close. (March 29, C.E.1889; p. 17)"
"Horror of the bourgeois is a bourgeois attitude. (April 10, 1889; Vergani, p. 18)"
"Do we have a destiny? How boring not to know! How boring it would be if you knew! (January 14, C.E.1889; Vergani, p. 19)"
"The sleep is the square of memories. Help their return. (August 30, C.E.1889; Vergani, p. 21)"
"I love men more or less, depending on the amount of annotations I can get out of them. (November 25, C.E.1889; Vergani, p. 32)"
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!