Quotation by Thomas Mann

He remembered the dissolute adventures in which his senses, his nervous system and his mind had indulged; he saw himself corroded by irony and intellect, laid waste and paralyzed by insight, almost exhausted by the fevers and chills of creation, helplessly and contritely tossed to and fro between gross extremes, between saintly austerity and lust—oversophisticated and impoverished, worn out by cold, rare artificial ecstasies, lost, ravaged, racked and sick—and he sobbed with remorse and nostalgia.
Thomas Mann (1875–1955), German author, critic. originally published in Tristan. Sechs Novellen, Fischer (1903). Tonio Kröger, ch. 8, p. 190, trans. by David Luke, Bantam Classic (1988).

Classical definition of the decadent artist of the fin de siècle.
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