Ludwig Tieck,
The Old Man of the Mountain — 9
“ If I do not forget myself this moment, I cannot recollect myself the next. — And death ——. Is this revulsion of the pulse, this alteration of strain, this change of tune a prelude, a transition to a new piece of music? Every living creature exists to be devoured by another; man alone has apparently eluded these barrack-regulations, this military duty, and fattens himself up for the earth, that shattered chaos of stones and mould. ”
