Il suo amore non mi offende, signor Bigum, ma io la condanno. Lei ha fatto quello che fanno tanti altri. Si chiudono gli occhi davanti alla vita real… - Jens Peter Jacobsen

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Il suo amore non mi offende, signor Bigum, ma io la condanno. Lei ha fatto quello che fanno tanti altri. Si chiudono gli occhi davanti alla vita reale, non si vuole udire il no che grida contro ai nostri desideri, si vuol ignorare I'abisso che si spalanca fra la propria brama e l'oggetto bramato. Si vuol sognare fino in fondo il proprio sogno. Ma la vita non tiene conto dei sogni, non v'è un solo ostacolo che si possa allontanare dalla realtà con un sogno, e infine ci si trova gementi all'orlo dell'abisso, che non s'è mutato, ma è com'è sempre stato. Ma noi, sì, siamo mutati, perché coi sogni si sono accesi i pensieri ed eccitati i desideri fino alla massima tensione. L'abisso però non s'è ristretto, e tutto il nostro essere tende dolorosamente a valicarlo. Invece no, sempre no, null'altro che no; oh, si fosse badato a sé a tempo, ma ora è troppo tardi, ormai si è infelici!

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About Jens Peter Jacobsen

Jens Peter Jacobsen (7 April 1847 – 30 April 1885) was a Danish novelist, poet, and scientist, in Denmark often just written as "J. P. Jacobsen". He began the naturalist movement in Danish literature and was a part of the Modern Breakthrough.

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Alternative Names: J.Jacobsen

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Know ye not that there is here in this world a secret confraternity, which one might call the Company of Melancholiacs? That people there are who by natural constitution have been given a different nature and disposition than the others; that have a larger heart and a swifter blood, that wish and demand more, have stronger desires and a yearning which is wilder and more ardent than that of the common herd. They are fleet as children over whose birth good fairies have presided; their eyes are opened wider; their senses are more subtile in all their perceptions. The gladness and joy of life, they drink with the roots of their heart, the while the others merely grasp them with coarse hands.

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