“You love the accidental. A smile from a pretty girl in an interesting
situation, a stolen glance, that is what you are hunting for, that is a
motif for your aimless fantasy. You who always pride yourself on being
an observateur must, in return, put up with becoming an object of
observation. Ah, you are a strange fellow, one moment a child, the next
an old man; one moment you are thinking most earnestly about the most
important scholarly problems, how you will devote your life to them, and
the next you are a lovesick fool. ”
― Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or: A Fragment of Life
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