Ludwig Tieck

Ludwig Tieck

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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 7 (1822)

All is one, and harmonizes in our souls.
— Except Eulenböck's nose, cried the librarian, quite drunk: that has no touch of scarlet, no transitions in its tones, to blend it with the face; the dark red purple roasts in its magic kitchen, as the beet-root waxes red under ground in the realms of damp night, though quite secluded from the sun. Can this excrescence belong to the life? Can the god of wine so have pampered it? Never! It is a clumsy shell, an ugly case for malice and lies.
— Puffy emptiness, cried the Bookseller, brittle splendour, frail mortality!
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 7 (1822)

The more I drink, said the Puritan, the more I hate the stuff which you have been palavering there, Eulenböck, and the more senseless it appears to me. Lies and tricks! It is almost as silly as to sing over one's liquor the songs that are made for the purpose. Every word in them is a falsehood. When a man begins to compare one object with another, he lies directly. The dawn strews roses. Can there be any thing more silly? The sun sinks into the sea. Stuff! The wine glows with purple hue.
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 7 (1822)

Farewell thou too, Puritan, most ingenuous of mortals, thou hater of all poetry and lies. Reach me thy hand at parting, poor Crocodile, that already art swimming in tears. In the morass of a tavern must thou howl in future. In a better life we shall all see one another again.
As Edward was pensive, and Dietrich still a stranger in the company, and the librarian and Puritan made no grimaces, there prevailed, during and after this harangue, a profound silence, rendered the more solemn by the sobs and moanings of the bookseller, who had by this time emptied several glasses.
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