Jan 16, 2021
That surfeit of desire had existed for a long time - with Božena and long before that. It was the secret, unspecific, melancholy sensuality, free of any human object, of the maturing boy, which is like the damp, black, seed-bearing earth in the spring and like dark, subterranean waters that need only an arbitrary cause to rise and break their walls.
The Confusions of Young Törless // R. Musil