Saturday, 24 November 2012

Narssicus and Goldmund

I found this book deepy moving and disturbing.

Am I a Narssicus or a Goldmund?
It was very Apollonian/Dionysian.
I was so happy to see Plato in some of their conversations.

My heart hurt when I felt like Goldmund, and my heart didn't feel at all when I was Narssicus. Goldmund lived with his body. Narssicus lives with his mind.

The question at the end is still with me. "How will you die when your time comes, Narssicus, since you have no mother? Without a mother, one cannot love. Without a mother, one cannot die."

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