For Tadzio
♥
Ahora te sigue gustavvonaschenbach
(Este tipo no me suena para nada…)
-Buenos días, señor Gustav…¿cierto?
Mi nombre es Phoenix Wright…abogado defensor.
-¿Abogado, dice? -suspira pesadamente y agarra su periodico.
-Mi nombre es Gustav. Gustav von Aschenbach. Escritor y compositor. Espero que nos llevemos bien…
(No sé por qué, pero emana un aire a desinterés…)
-Eso mismo espero yo, señor Aschenbach.
A propósito…¿por qué me está siguiendo en Tumblr?
Sonríe. -Pues…nada personal. Solo quería abrir mi mente…relacionarme, ya sabe.
Su sonrisa se tuerce y vuelve su mirada al periodico. -Ahora…hagame el favor de apartarse, que me está tapando la luz.
Ahora te sigue gustavvonaschenbach
(Este tipo no me suena para nada…)
-Buenos días, señor Gustav…¿cierto?
Mi nombre es Phoenix Wright…abogado defensor.
-¿Abogado, dice? -suspira pesadamente y agarra su periodico.
-Mi nombre es Gustav. Gustav von Aschenbach. Escritor y compositor. Espero que nos llevemos bien…
Looking into this fictional world, one saw: a delicate self-mastery by which any inner deterioration, any biological decay was kept concealed from the eyes of the world; a crude, vicious sensuality capable of fanning its rising passions into pure flame, yes even of mounting to dominance in the realm of beauty; a pallid weakness which draws from the glowing depths of the soul the strength to bow whole arrogant peoples before the foot of the cross, or before the feet of weakness itself; a charming manner maintained in his cold, strict service to form; a false, precarious mode of living, and the keenly enervating melancholy and artifice of the born deceiver–to observe such trials as this was enough to make one question whether there really was any heroism other than weakness.
“
| — | Thomas Mann, Death in Venice (via untameablelivegentle) |
“His countenance—pale and gracefully reserved, surrounded by honey-colored locks, with its evenly sloped nose, the lovely mouth, the expression of alluring and divine earnestness, was reminiscent of Greek statues from the most noble period, and with all its perfection of form it had such a personal appeal that the onlooker thought he had neverencountered anything similar either in nature or in art.”
- Death in Venice, Thomas Mann
