His yearning for new and faraway places, his desire for freedom, relief and oblivion was, as he admitted to himself, an urge to flee—an urge to get away from his work, from the everyday site of a cold, rigid, and passionate servitude. He certainly loved this servitude and almost loved the enervating conflict that recurred every day, the struggle between his proud, tenacious, so often tested willpower and this growing fatigue that one must know about, that was not to betray the results in any way, with any hint of laxity or failure.
"Death in Venice" por Thomas Mann.
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I think I was going to put up this passage myself when I was reading this.
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