The horror. I remember my jaw dropping, and my
heart sinking, as I was reading this book as a (very pretentious and yet
somehow dramatically uncool) teenager but I now can’t remember a thing about
the book.
Going through the Wikipedia synopsis, I have
the feeling that maybe I loved the book for the way in which Hans’s life is
essentially destroyed by the Catholic Church, one way or another. Or maybe it
made me feel happy to read about his sentimental fiascos at a time in which I
pretty much couldn’t get close to a girl unless I paid her (figuratively
speaking, by the way).
Unfortunately, since I can’t remember much, “all
those moments will be lost in time like tears in the rain” (luckily, it’s not time to die, hopefully at least).
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