Hans Zatzka (1859–1945), Blumenreigen (details)
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“At times, she feels weighted down by the quantity of her learning. Her body is young and her thinking is old. In her diary she writes that she feels “hypersaturated with all-purpose ideas and theories”, that she is “looking for another language” and “longs to return to an original purity”. She dreams of writing in a language noone knows. Words are “little embroidery stitches around a tablecloth of night”. Other sentences contradict this lassitude: “I am a will and a desire”. She does not say for what.”
— Annie Ernaux, The Years
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