Yesterday I had to take harsh criticism.
For over a year I would go too much with the cleaver around, very often three hitting on poor religions, allzumal my aphorisms to be partly underground.
Hardly once I wrote Beautiful, edifying, Hinanführendes. And if it vorkomme once, let the cynicism and sarcasm in the all around it under, so that it barely perceive. I would occur only shards, which there is already enough, even smaller, alswelches a vain, useless, especially as inexpensive art.
My objection to the effect that I mean to make a necessary work to do, because I did not see that it would so adequately done elsewhere, helped little. Even small shards Treads give it Genung.
Now I feel honored least to the effect (you have to make the best out of everything), that the hauptbehuflichen Scherbenzertreter but apparently trusted to be able to something else. Otherwise I would have probably not asked to do it.
In fact, however, the criticism contains truth; on religious and esoteric fuss I have been so often, so hard, redundant (I confess myself in the pedagogy quite shamelessly to the principle of repetition, although here also must exercise a measure), hergemacht that I will take care reduces this area. (I had prior to the sharp criticism even have the feeling that there are now so once long. Insofar wore my critics, as he likes to call it, legs of lamb to mutton castle.)
It is also clear that, at least if one proceeds as me, these things constantly Picking up personal feelings hurt; for each like to do that in a text or another set this effect; and if not in that text, so in another. So, that almost only this particular sentence or a partial execution is perceived, the rest around it hardly. Man turns away. (more ...)
