| V. Some verses |
| 14) ... Wie nur dem Kopf nicht alle Hoffnung schwindet ... |
| FAUST: | FAUST. |
| Wie nur dem Kopf
nicht alle Hoffnung schwindet, Der immerfort an schalem Zeuge klebt, Mit gier'ger Hand nach Schätzen gräbt, Und froh ist, wenn er Regenwürmer findet! |
How strange a man's not quitted of all hope, Who on and on to shallow stuff adheres, Whose greedy hands for hidden treasure grope, And who is glad when any worm appears! |
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These four verses are a real hammer. How stupid must
one be to spend all one's life with questions that only
are interesting for those that are paid to be interested
in it, to spend one's life with totally sterile issues?
If two cold bones could talk to each other, it would
be the same like to two professors of literature that
talk to each other. But these guys earn our thanks as
well, because they complain about the fact that universities
are short of money. And only in these situations lectures
of these people have real fire and passion. Then
they complain about the lacking culture in this society
and ask for more money that they can continue with their
work as vigorous and interesting as it was before. What
hyprocricy and how boring must one be to not see that
this academic aparatus has lost its contact to the real
world. How little sensibility must one have to not see
that real people of flesh and bone and heart are not
interested in the trunks of wood that they produce?
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