Yes, "My Struggles" , a beautifully crafted work that focuses on the exquisite nature of the human passion as it searches for meaning in a life that is all but meaningless by the absurd acts of chem##########There is absolutely no rambling on in this perfection of literature, only words with so much concrete meaning. He delivers the line "Gab es denn da einen Unrat, eine Schamlosigkeit in irgendeiner Form, vor allem des kulturellen Lebens, an der nicht wenigstens ein Jude beteiligt gewesen wäre?" in a Shakespearean way, that will surely grant laud for the author to stand with the great authors of our time.
The hatred he expresses is clearly concentrated within himself, and only does he hollow himself out at the cost of his beloved sanity. His emotion, much like any other tragic hero, is transferred right to the reader, leaving you gassed out by the end. And, of course, it is not the type of "gassed" out where you feel inferior to the man who has showcased his supremacy in a sprinting race, but rather the satisfactory exhaustion of a grueling marathon: the end to a "death march".
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