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The encapsulation of the feeling of the conservative man would be a picture in the style of "Wanderer above the Sea of Fog" by C. D. Friedrich. However, instead of the soft sublimity of a bourgeois adventurer on his daily walk into the mountains, it depicts a wounded shepherd turned soldier, fleeing with his lord, Prince Charles E. Stuart, from the battle of Culloden. He is looking over his shoulder as he rides off, looking one last time towards the distant battlefield where red-coated ants are now piling the slaugthered mass of highland warriors on mass funeral pyres. The scene is painted by the very same C. D. Friedrich, but in that instant possessed by the ghost of H. Bosch.

"Love?... too late... Glory?... I have tasted it... Ambition?... let us leave that nonsense to the politicians!" ~ The Desire to be a Man Short story by French horror writer Auguste Villiers de l'Isle-Adam. https://derschattigewald.substack.com/p/the-desire-to-be-a-man

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"We consider a perfectly organized being beautiful if, in beholding it, we can believe it capable of manifold and free use of all its members whenever it wishes. Thus the most intense feeling of beauty is connected with feelings of trust and hope." ~ Goethe

"Cheerfully make observations with fresh eyes and walk, firmly but with suppleness, through the meadows of a richly endowed world." ~ Goethe

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"To cut beards off and to shorten robes, Peter the Great needed all the strength of his invincible personality; but to lead innumerable legions onto the field of battle he, like any other ruler, only needed to say the word." ~ Joseph de Maistre

Es schlug mein Herz; geschwind zu Pferde! Es war getan fast eh gedacht; Der Abend wiegte schon die Erde, Und an den Bergen hing die Nacht. Schon stand im Nebelkleid die Eiche, Ein aufgetürmter Riese, da, Wo Finsternis aus dem Gesträuche Mit hundert schwarzen Augen sah. Der Mond von einem Wolkenhügel Sah kläglich aus dem Duft hervor, Die Winde schwangen leise Flügel, Umsausten schauerlich mein Ohr. [Quick throbb'd my heart: to horse! haste, haste And lo! 'twas done with speed of light; The evening soon the world embraced, And o'er the mountains hung the night. Soon stood, in robe of mist, the oak, A tow'ring giant in his size, Where darkness through the thicket broke, And glared with hundred gloomy eyes. From out a hill of clouds the moon With mournful gaze began to peer: The winds their soft wings flutter'd soon, And murmur'd in my awe-struck ear.] • Goethe

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"If the gods demand the sacrifice, if the welfare of the Greeks requires it, if its necessity has now been accepted, then, O king, steel yourself; and if your paternal heart is breaking, then—avert your eyes, cover your face; thus do you appear worthy of your status as a father and a king and a sensitive Greek and a patriotic hero." ~ Herder