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So far I've only read the first grouping of sections in "Either/Or part 1" and a part of the next section, and I simply can't go on reading. I have to stop and write out my thoughts. Of course I will finish my reading, but after this. In this bit, the author is expressing views that are consistent with many of the ideals of realism. Realism focuses on the ordinary day-to-day existence of men and women, and the author bashes these. An example being, "Most people complain that the world is so prosaic that things do not go in life as in the novel, where opportunity is always so favorable. I complain that i life it is not as in the novel, where one has a hardhearted fathers and nisses and trolls to battle, and enchanted princesses to free. What are all such adversaries together compared with the pale, bloodless, tenacious-of-life nocturnal forms with which I battle and to which I myself give life and existence." Life is instead dull and mundane. There are a few people who can see beauty in life, but they are few and far between. And, they are often stifled by the daily existence of others. "We gathered one by one, a few admirers of those melodies--a postman with his mailbag, a little boy, a maidservant, a couple of dock workers. The elegant carriages rolled noisily by; the carts and wagons drowned out the melodies, which emerged fragmentarily for a moment. You two unfortunate artists, do you know that those strains hide in themselves the glories of the world?" There is so much more that I would like to put down, but I will limit myself to one more short quote. "But to work for a living certainly cannot be the meaning of life, since it is indeed a contradiction that the continual production of the conditions is supposed to be the answer to the question of the meaning of that which is conditional upon their production." This sentence is a very complex way of saying that working is not the answer to life. I agree with this. Life often times become such a mundane thing. There is no meaning to it, and it is impossible to draw meaning into it by yourself. This is where God comes in. He gives my life meaning and purpose. When I live for His glory, life is full of colors and emotions, but when I don't then it is dull and gray. Time drags by and I'm bored. I realize now that where this was meant to be a stream of all I wanted to say, it is instead a scattering of a few fragments, but I hoped something came across to those of you who read this. Please feel free to comment! Now, I simply must go to the theatre work call...!

P.S. I posted on "Mild Lunch Time Rant" by Jamie Kilpatrick