Here, he gives voice to a familiar sentiment:
One might almost weep over what is now spoiled on every side; what our predecessors gave their honest labour to is now neglected and abandoned in a cowardly way. The time we live in is perhaps outwardly a little more respectable than the one that is past, but the nobleness is disappearing too fast, so that one no longer expects from the future the same great things which they did in the past. - Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, Drenthe, c. 22 September 1883
Ha! If he feels the loss of nobleness then, he would be appalled at some aspects of modern life...though I have to believe that nobleness exists, even if we no longer call it that...is greatness of spirit still possible in such a very small world?
In every life some rain must fall
And days be dark and dreary.
It is true and it cannot be otherwise, but the question is, isn't the number of dark and dreary days sometimes too great? - Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, Drenthe, c. 26 September 1883
Ouch. Just ouch. I feel both of these
But a human being has his roots, transplanting him is a painful thing, though the soil may be better in the place where he is transplanted. - Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, Drenthe, 13 October 1883
http://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/13/335.htm
http://www.webexhibits.org/vangogh/letter/12/318.htm
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