And Zimmermann was filled full of male tenderness (männliche Zärtlichkeit) when visiting this wonderful human being
Such manly, heterosexual tenderness! I am moved.
And he had the most beautiful eyes ever given to a human being, ever...His tone of voice is the clearest and most agreeable Zimmermann has ever heard. Also, no one was ever so misunderstood as Fritz was.
Zimmermann: fanfic writer extraordinaire.
Though he does tell a touching dog story, about Fritz' current favourite dog having been ill in 1785, when Fritz was doing his last trip to Silesia, so he couldn't take the dog with him but had fast couriers standing by to bring him news of how the dog was doing, and was heartbroken when the dog died.
Aaaahhh. Thank you for this! I've been wanting a date for that. I'd only figured out that it must be after the War of the Bavarian Succession.
That must be Alcmene II, the one who was buried in the vault with him and whom he (supposedly) had exhumed when he returned from Silesia. That makes sense if it that was happening in 1785. Furthermore, the Silesian maneuvers in 1785 were when he's supposed to have stayed several hours in the pouring rain reviewing the troops, caught a fever, and pushed himself too hard, and triggered the beginning of the end: the final year of his life, September 1785-August 1786, in which it was clear he was dying.
He must have known Alcmene would be the last favorite he would outlive, and that's why she was in the vault with him.
MY HEART. (It's okay, Fritz, I wrote a fic where she finally gets to wake you up in 1991. And Prinzsorgenfrei drew beautiful art of you, sans souci at last!)
Oh, speaking of dogs! Have any of our recent 1780s/1790s sources confirmed that Superbe was the name of the dog who was with him when he died? I think I've only seen that in secondary sources, but most of the detail I've seen has been borne out so far.
Zimmermann, like the Salon, has read the printed Crown Prince Fritz/Suhm letters and thinks they're the most beautiful testimony to Fritz' capacity of feeling and love.
I don't disagree (as everyone knows), it's just that...love is easy, love without abuse is harder. Many, maybe most, abusers can genuinely say they love their victims. But yes, all those claims that Fritz never loved anyone, or only loved Fredersdorf, or only Lord Marischal, or whoever, those can be dismissed out of hand.
But the Fritz/Suhm letters remain THE BEST, uniformly positive and supportive, and endearing to read. <3 A little one-dimensional, but hey. There's enough complex relationships in this fandom (inc. Fritz lying to Katte!) that I'll take it.
ce roi unique
Der Einzige!
he resorts to stock phrases instead.
Oof, yes. That's forgettable in the extreme.
But even for the spirit of the age, the mixture of high strung adoration on the one hand
Per Blanning:
After his first encounter with his hero in 1771 [Zimmermann] left the room in floods of tears, exclaiming, “Oh, my love for the King of Prussia is beyond words!”
On the one hand, 18th century. On the other hand...yeah.
the mixture of high strung adoration on the one hand and the insistence of being The One Who Truly Understands (while all the other competing publications are wrong, of course) is annoying
Can if you imagine if The Other One Who Truly Understands had published at this time? The literary wars! The feuds!
Re: Zimmermann: Über Friedrich den Großen und meine Unterredungen mit ihm kurz vor seinem Tod
Such manly, heterosexual tenderness! I am moved.
And he had the most beautiful eyes ever given to a human being, ever...His tone of voice is the clearest and most agreeable Zimmermann has ever heard. Also, no one was ever so misunderstood as Fritz was.
Zimmermann: fanfic writer extraordinaire.
Though he does tell a touching dog story, about Fritz' current favourite dog having been ill in 1785, when Fritz was doing his last trip to Silesia, so he couldn't take the dog with him but had fast couriers standing by to bring him news of how the dog was doing, and was heartbroken when the dog died.
Aaaahhh. Thank you for this! I've been wanting a date for that. I'd only figured out that it must be after the War of the Bavarian Succession.
That must be Alcmene II, the one who was buried in the vault with him and whom he (supposedly) had exhumed when he returned from Silesia. That makes sense if it that was happening in 1785. Furthermore, the Silesian maneuvers in 1785 were when he's supposed to have stayed several hours in the pouring rain reviewing the troops, caught a fever, and pushed himself too hard, and triggered the beginning of the end: the final year of his life, September 1785-August 1786, in which it was clear he was dying.
He must have known Alcmene would be the last favorite he would outlive, and that's why she was in the vault with him.
MY HEART. (It's okay, Fritz, I wrote a fic where she finally gets to wake you up in 1991. And Prinzsorgenfrei drew beautiful art of you, sans souci at last!)
Oh, speaking of dogs! Have any of our recent 1780s/1790s sources confirmed that Superbe was the name of the dog who was with him when he died? I think I've only seen that in secondary sources, but most of the detail I've seen has been borne out so far.
Zimmermann, like the Salon, has read the printed Crown Prince Fritz/Suhm letters and thinks they're the most beautiful testimony to Fritz' capacity of feeling and love.
I don't disagree (as everyone knows), it's just that...love is easy, love without abuse is harder. Many, maybe most, abusers can genuinely say they love their victims. But yes, all those claims that Fritz never loved anyone, or only loved Fredersdorf, or only Lord Marischal, or whoever, those can be dismissed out of hand.
But the Fritz/Suhm letters remain THE BEST, uniformly positive and supportive, and endearing to read. <3 A little one-dimensional, but hey. There's enough complex relationships in this fandom (inc. Fritz lying to Katte!) that I'll take it.
ce roi unique
Der Einzige!
he resorts to stock phrases instead.
Oof, yes. That's forgettable in the extreme.
But even for the spirit of the age, the mixture of high strung adoration on the one hand
Per Blanning:
After his first encounter with his hero in 1771 [Zimmermann] left the room in floods of tears, exclaiming, “Oh, my love for the King of Prussia is beyond words!”
On the one hand, 18th century. On the other hand...yeah.
the mixture of high strung adoration on the one hand and the insistence of being The One Who Truly Understands (while all the other competing publications are wrong, of course) is annoying
Can if you imagine if The Other One Who Truly Understands had published at this time? The literary wars! The feuds!