The Death of Virgil, by: Hermann Broch, This was laughter...

This is a book i read as a student and again.

Hermann Broch started to write it in a concentration camp.

i quote:

“You are Virgil.”

“I was once and may be again.”

Towards the end of his life , Virgil reflects that he may have falsified reality
in order to create beauty.....

And at the time it made me dreamy...one time i read it on the ferry to Norway and i couldn't stop living in it for more than two weeks.

Of course i read it in German language.

Now i stumbled on a quotation in English which i would like to share here:


"....this was laughter, a constant flight from the haven of refuge, beyond the game, beyond the world, beyond perception, the bursting of world-sorrow, the eternal tickle in the masculine gorge, the cleaving of beauty-fixed space to a gape in the unspeakable muteness of which even the nothing became lost, enraged by the muteness, enraged by the laughter, divine even this:

for

the prerogative of gods and men was laughter

springing first from that god who recognized himself

springing dumbly-aware from his intuition

from the intuition of his own destructability..."