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December 9, 2006
how long my god
I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things, which I happen to repent, more or less, afterward...Must I consider myself a dangerous man, incapable of anything?
...My only anxiety is, how can I be of use in the world? Can't I serve some purpose and be of any good?
An then one feels an emptiness where there might be friendship and strong and serious affections, and one feels a terrible discouragement gnawing at one's very moral energy, and fate seems to put a barrier to the instincts of affection, and a choking flood of disgust envelopes one. And one exclaims, "How long my God!"
Van Gogh
Posted by amin at December 9, 2006 6:18 PM