>Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former.'
>>9998105
Exactly, so stop watching anime you miserable neet and go get a job. The contentedness you feel is but fleeting.
>>9998122
but I don't watch anime
>>9998141
Good. Now go clean your room.
>>9998151
you should spend more time with your son Jordan, he's already heard that.
>>9998105
I'm so glad other people on this board appreciate The Monk.
> 'Whither have you brought me?' said the Monk at length in an hollow trembling voice: 'Why am I placed in this melancholy scene? Bear me from it quickly! Carry me to Matilda!'
>The Fiend replied not, but continued to gaze upon him in silence.
>Ambrosio could not sustain his glance; He turned away his eyes, while thus spoke the Daemon:
>'I have him then in my power! This model of piety! This being without reproach! This Mortal who placed his puny virtues on a level with those of Angels. He is mine! Irrevocably, eternally mine! Companions of my sufferings! Denizens of hell! How grateful will be my present!'
>He paused; then addressed himself to the Monk——
>'Carry you to Matilda?' He continued, repeating Ambrosio's words:
>'Wretch! you shall soon be with her! You well deserve a place near her, for hell boasts no miscreant more guilty than yourself.
>>9998105
A good look into the mind of the normie. Unable to understand the joys of solitude.