Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Gnawed by secret remorse

Throughout the novel our hero laments that he possesses no talent for writing, and here for the first time he expresses his displeasure.

"It seemed to me then that I existed in the same manner as all other men, that I must grow old, that I must die like them, and that among them I was to be distinguished merely as one of those who have no aptitude for writing. And so, utterly despondent, I renounced literature forever..."

"This intimate, spontaneous feeling, this sense of nullity of my intellect prevailed against all the flattering words that might be lavished upon me, as a wicked man whose good deeds are praised by all is gnawed by secret remorse."

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