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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Translation:The Mysterious Individual…

Oh, her being, her eyes, her voice, — yes, she could wring my heart and transform me into a different person. But love? — No, I couldn't imagine such a thing, unless in the depths of her heart she harbours a fool's respect for that sober and tedious cousin of hers, who I wish had taken a worse tumble than you into the fountain out there, and never recovered.
The furious man ran off, gesticulating wildly, and Kronenberg felt as if a sharp pain had convulsed his bosom during his final utterance.
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Translation:The Mysterious Individual…

It was this quiet happiness, this genuine Germanness, that the Count so often had to defend, and which he himself only ever felt to a slight extent, despite the added support of his relative, and he was usually driven from the field whenever anyone pitted against him the glory of the great nation, its conquests, its political and military development, its judiciary, and everything that excites the admiration of the modern age.
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck Translation:The Mysterious Individual…

At first the young gentlemen couldn't squeeze enough hatred for the enemy from every nook and cranny of their beings, but now these visits have become so necessary to them on a daily basis to alleviate their boredom that they would be completely at a loss without them.
— Now, said Kronenberg, you have sketched the characters of the entire family, and not with a loving hand either; Cecilia is the only one you have not mentioned.
— Because she absolutely does not belong with the others! the musician exclaimed emotionally and angrily.
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