En Solo, de August
Strindberg.
One of the pleasures I derive from reading Goethe stems from his cheerful outlook. It is as if he could not take life too seriously—whether because it lacked substance or because it was not worth our anger or our tears. The boldness with which he approaches the gods is also significant. Furthermore, let us not forget that his mind was not closed to new ideas; rather, it was constantly evolving and renewing itself. This kept him forever young, forever at the forefront, and forever ahead of his time.
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From Alone by August Strindberg.

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