I concluded reading yesterday Thomas Mann's Doktor Faustus. I started to read it approximatly a year ago, but when I arrived to Vestjyllands, there was still a little part left from it (maybe 80 pages), and I tried to complete, but after some weeks I had to admit, I can hardly find time to read on that place. During the five months of the school I almost didn't read anything exept for the Odyssey.
So some days ago, I brought out the book again, and yesterday I came to the end. I cried after the last page. It is sad to become lonely beacause of your art. The main character had done the reverse of Giacommeti's saying, he had rather chose art than life.
So some days ago, I brought out the book again, and yesterday I came to the end. I cried after the last page. It is sad to become lonely beacause of your art. The main character had done the reverse of Giacommeti's saying, he had rather chose art than life.
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