Whose Choices Are These, In This Brief Moment?

From Alica Paul Roderick

How will I not be a Steppen Wolf, a disgraced hermit, if I am sunk in this world whose goals I do not share, whose joys do not attract me. I can’t stand much time in a theater or cinema, I can barely read a newspaper, rarely look at a modern book: I can not understand what is the fun and happiness that men seek in trains and hotels, packed, in cafes full of people with loud music and suffocating, in the bars…