Goethe's Faust
All thats sacred comes from youthDedication, naive and true
With no power, nothing to do
I still remember, why dont you...
Anyway, that aside, I'm feeling insane. I'm on a self induced high and I can't stop jumping around like a molecule in browniean motion (yes, yes, lame, but who cares, really?). I'm in lllloooooooove with my Lit prof even though he thinks 1974 is recent. Also, he reminds me of my blue dragon-girraffe stuffed toy from IKEA.
"Why does a character do what he does?", he lectures, projecting his voice and throwing about his arms, like a Shakespearean actor on stage, "Why does anybody do what they do? Its so much easier in life to do nothing. Yet we do things, inexplicable, crazy things everyday. Literary figures are interesting precisely becayse they have very interesting reasons for doing what they do.
The desire for desire. Ever heard of that? I wish I wished for something. I wish I wanted something so much that I would be tempted to sell my soul for it. I desire to feel alive, hence I desire desire. Quid pro quo, an eternity in hell. Thus begins the Tragic History of Dr.Faust.