Alas! You have shattered
The beautiful world
With brazen fist;
It falls, it is scattered—
By a demigod destroyed.
Choir of Spirits, Goethe’s Faust I
1 year ago - 
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bass Boris Christoff sings Mephistopholes’ aria, Le veau d’or, from Gounod’s Faust.
1 year ago - 5
5 Do you not hear, I have no thought of joy!
The reeling whirl I seek, the most painful excess,
Enamored hate and quickening distress.
Cured from the craving to know all, my mind
Shall not henceforth be closed to any pain,
And what is portioned out to all mankind,
I shall enjoy deep in myself, contain
Within my spirit summit and abyss,
Pile on my breast their agony and bliss,
And thus let my own self grow into theirs, unfettered,
Till as they are, at last I, too, am shattered.
Faust (Goethe’s Faust I)
1 year ago - 1
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Well, if a god works hard for six whole days, my friend,
And then says bravo in the end,
It ought to have a little worth.
Mephistopheles (Goethe’s Faust I)
1 year ago - 13
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