Really therefore a wild animal lies at the heart of every person, only waiting for the opportunity to rant and rave; it wants to hurt others and annihilate them if they should dare to block its path.
Wirklich also liegt im Herzen eines Jeden ein wildes Thier, das nur auf Gelegenheit wartet, um zu toben und zu rasen, indem es Andern wehe thun und, wenn sie gar ihm den Weg versperren, sie vernichten möchte.
"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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Friday, March 20, 2026
A Wild Beast
Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860), Parerga and Paralipomena, Vol. II, Chapter 8, § 114 (tr. Adrian Del Caro and Christopher Janaway):