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Enjolras. ([info]antinouswild) wrote in [info]compass_network,
@ 2013-06-11 12:37:00

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The taste for solitude and contemplation was born in my heart together with the expansive feelings whose purpose it is to feed it. Turmoil and noise constrain and suffocate them, calm and peace revive and intensify them. I need to retire within myself in order to love. ... I had longed for the countryside, and I had obtained it; I could not bear subjugation, and I was perfectly free, indeed better than free ... [src]

I struggle to understand the words of wise men; revelation is a form of acquisition of knowledge undesirable for the progress of the human race, and yet to know and realize the full meaning of all the words of Rousseau - of Jesus Christ - of Saint-Simon - at times it seems as though it must be necessary. There are mysteries. I do not understand.

Even so, it seems to me Rousseau would have thought a city empty of its people to be a thoroughly unnatural thing.



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[info]antinouswild
2013-06-11 05:53 pm UTC (link)
There were people. They were sleeping, or hiding - but there were always people. No street in a city is ever truly empty. Damn your fellow men to hell all you like, but there they'll remain - and you belong to them, and they to you.

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[info]ernestoic
2013-06-11 06:05 pm UTC (link)
And this city is no exception.

I often think I could be happy if I were the only person left on Earth. But then there would be no one to drink with, no one to argue with, no one to make love to- and I realise I want solitude, and I want companionship- problematic, indeed.

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[info]antinouswild
2013-06-11 06:11 pm UTC (link)
Wish all you like for solitude, but a man is never truly his own - and you're living proof. You remind me of someone I know.

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[info]ernestoic
2013-06-11 06:12 pm UTC (link)
Yes? And who is that?

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[info]antinouswild
2013-06-11 06:20 pm UTC (link)
Someone who would, I have not a shadow of a doubt, carry on drinking and talking and arguing into the abyss if he was the last man on earth. Making love might n

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[info]ernestoic
2013-06-11 06:23 pm UTC (link)
Indeed, that does sound familiar.

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