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Tag: The Waste Books

Lichtenberg on the capricious Nature of Language

“It is as though our languages were in a state of confusion: when we want an idea they bring us a word, when we require a word they bring us a dash, and when we expected a dash there stands an obscenity.”

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg – “Notebook F” in: The Waste Books. Translated and with an introduction by R.J. Hollingdale.


Lichtenberg on that which isn’t Love

“There exists a condition which with me at least is not all that rare in which the presence and the absence of a beloved person are equally hard to endure; or at least in which the pleasure derived from their presence is not that which, to judge from the intolerableness of their absence, one would have expected it to be.”

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg – “Notebook G” in: The Waste Books. Translated and with an Introduction by R.J. Hollingdale.