Now, daddykink is not my thing (mentor/protege is), but when I read
the restrained Classical daddykink mentor/protege vibe of Fritz/Suhm
I had to laugh, because when Suhm writes to Fritz in 1736 that he's been so sick he almost died, Fritz writes:
What! my dear Suhm, your days, which are of infinite value to me, have been threatened! What! premature death would have hindered the effects of my recognition and the effectiveness of my good intentions! No, Heaven, which loves and commands the duties of virtue, did not want to take away an opportunity to be grateful. Live, my dear Suhm, live, since Heaven allows it; live for your friends, who, by the true attachment which they have for you, could not support the appalling thought of being separated from you. I admit and understand that you only had to expect, in the last period when you touched, only the rewards with which Heaven crowns virtue, and that thus, as regards yourself, you lose more by prolonging your days than ending your career. But, my dear Suhm, do not forget the tenderness which you owe to an infant whom you have not yet weaned in the school of philosophy. What would I have become? for I feel that I need your eyes to see, and that, losing sight of my guide, I run the risk of losing my way.
Daddykink for iberiandoctor
the restrained Classical
daddykinkmentor/protege vibe of Fritz/SuhmI had to laugh, because when Suhm writes to Fritz in 1736 that he's been so sick he almost died, Fritz writes:
What! my dear Suhm, your days, which are of infinite value to me, have been threatened! What! premature death would have hindered the effects of my recognition and the effectiveness of my good intentions! No, Heaven, which loves and commands the duties of virtue, did not want to take away an opportunity to be grateful. Live, my dear Suhm, live, since Heaven allows it; live for your friends, who, by the true attachment which they have for you, could not support the appalling thought of being separated from you. I admit and understand that you only had to expect, in the last period when you touched, only the rewards with which Heaven crowns virtue, and that thus, as regards yourself, you lose more by prolonging your days than ending your career. But, my dear Suhm, do not forget the tenderness which you owe to an infant whom you have not yet weaned in the school of philosophy. What would I have become? for I feel that I need your eyes to see, and that, losing sight of my guide, I run the risk of losing my way.
:D