Not exact matches
Ah, so much is said about human want and misery — I seek to understand it, I have
also had some acquaintance with it at close range; so much is said about wasted lives — but only that man's life is wasted who lived on, so deceived by the joys of life or by its
sorrows that he never became eternally and decisively conscious of himself as spirit, as self, or (what is the same thing) never became aware and in the
deepest sense received an impression of the fact that there is a God, and that he, he himself, his self, exists before this God, which gain of infinity is never attained except through despair.
It has not seen the truth in the Spanish folk proverb, that «to make love is to declare one's
sorrows»; nor has it noticed that the
deepest expressions of love are not only painful to the one who loves but can
also make inexorable demands on the one who is loved — demands which are not arbitrary and certainly not coercive in their manner of expression, but which are inexorable none the less, since they expect of the beloved the full and complete realization of all his possibilities as a lover.
There is
deep sorrow over the past and some complaint, but there is
also radiant hope for the future, particularly in ch.
But Wilson has
also been able to convey
deep sorrow with minimal actorly fuss: Think of his portrayal of the heartsick, failed tennis pro in «The Royal Tenenbaums.»
With The Crimson Court, I feel like Red Hook is taking us even
deeper into Lovecraftian parentage, not just in expanding its supernatural mythos and pantheons, but
also by delving
deeper into the sense of tragedy, the
sorrow of fragile mortality that must be a part of all horror.