I positively caught sight of the haze upon his face—of the mist which invariably arises from that blissful feeling of thinking ourselves superior to others.
Ich bemerkte wirklich auf seinem Gesichte den Nebel, der allezeit während des Wonnegefühls aufzusteigen pflegt, das man empfindet, wenn man sich über Andere erhaben zu sein glaubt.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Thursday, July 02, 2020
A Blissful Feeling
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742-1799), Waste Books C.337 (tr. Norman Alliston):