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pure and sad love
Emma 2022-11-17 16:59:44
When he met this beautiful young man whose appearance was like a Greek sculpture, the artist's uncle's wisdom, truth, and human dignity were all gone. Even if he knew the plague was rampant, he didn't leave, just to stand aside and look at the beautiful boy more. In the eyes of the uncle, the physical beauty and art of the beautiful boy have been combined into one, and they have reached the extreme together, pure and beautiful. But touching his lips, dry and wrinkled. So he had to use the beautician's craftsmanship to dye his white hair black, paint his eyebrows, and put on lipstick. All these scenes were tragic and indescribable. Dressed as a freak, he followed behind the beautiful boy, staggering down the streets of Venice shrouded in plague. At this time, he was terminally ill, but he still did not give up any opportunity to appreciate the beautiful young man. In the end, he died of heart failure on a beach, looking at the beautiful young man's beautiful back... From the beginning to the end, they did not say a word, Love is sad and deep...
Extended Reading
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Gustav von Aschenbach: I remember we had one of these in my father's house. The aperture through which the sand runs is so tiny that... that first it seems as if the level in the upper glass never changes. To our eyes it appears that the sand runs out only... only at the end... and until it does, it's not worth thinking about... 'til the last moment... when there's no more time left to think about it.
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Gustav von Aschenbach: You know sometimes I think that artists are rather like hunters aiming in the dark. They don't know what their target is, and they don't know if they've hit it. But you can't expect life to illuminate the target and steady your aim. The creation of beauty and purity is a spiritual act.
Alfred: No Gustav, no. Beauty belongs to the senses. Only to the senses.