One more Carl August tale for you, then, or rather, a quote from old Goethe about him to Eckermann, his secretary. (Who like Henri de Catt wrote memoirs.) (Bear in mind Goethe is also being discreet. No stories about foursomes to Eckermann.)
"He was eighteen when I came to Weimar, but his buds already showed what the later tree wold be like. He became intensely close to me, and was interested in all I did, which built our relationship. He sat entire evenings with me in deep conversations on topics of nature and art and other good things. We often were up till late in the night, and it wasn't unusual to fall asleep together on my couch. Fifty years we've been together now, and it it wouldn't be surprising if we've achieved something in all this time. It was like a good vintage when it still was fermenting. We rode on parforce horses over hedges, ditches and through rivers, exhausted ourselves up and down mountains, camped outside under the sky, or next to a fireplace in the woods; that was what he loved to do."
Re: Carl August, Master of Chill
One more Carl August tale for you, then, or rather, a quote from old Goethe about him to Eckermann, his secretary. (Who like Henri de Catt wrote memoirs.) (Bear in mind Goethe is also being discreet. No stories about foursomes to Eckermann.)
"He was eighteen when I came to Weimar, but his buds already showed what the later tree wold be like. He became intensely close to me, and was interested in all I did, which built our relationship. He sat entire evenings with me in deep conversations on topics of nature and art and other good things. We often were up till late in the night, and it wasn't unusual to fall asleep together on my couch. Fifty years we've been together now, and it it wouldn't be surprising if we've achieved something in all this time. It was like a good vintage when it still was fermenting. We rode on parforce horses over hedges, ditches and through rivers, exhausted ourselves up and down mountains, camped outside under the sky, or next to a fireplace in the woods; that was what he loved to do."