/lit/ - Literature

God, Pepe is looking so comfy in the plane. I wonder where is he travelling this time. He looks sad, feels like he is leaving behind a lot of emotional baggage. But those memories will stay with forever. He won't be free from them. It's a nice and clean now at least. Pepe's based brah.

Letter from Johanna Schopenhauer to her son Arthur Schopenhauer, dated 17 May 1814.

>'The door which yesterday, after your highly improper behaviour towards your mother, you slammed so noisily is closed forever between you and me. I am tired of bearing your behaviour any longer, I’m leaving for the country and I shall not return home until I know that you are gone. I owe this to my health, for another scene like yesterday’s would bring on a stroke that might prove fatal.

>You do not know what a mother’s heart is like, the more tenderly it loves the more painfully it feels every blow from a once loved hand... This I declare before God in whom I believe, but you yourself have torn yourself away from me; your mistrust, your criticism of my life, my choice of friends, your desultory behaviour towards me, your contempt for my sex, your clearly expressed reluctance to contribute to my contentment, your greed, your moods which you allowed free rein in my presence without respect for me, this and a lot more that makes you seem vicious to me, all this divides us...

>My duty towards you is at an end, go your way, I have nothing more to do with you… Leave your address here, but do not write to me, I shall henceforth neither read nor answer any letter from you…