But he is undeniably brilliant- his ability to articulate human anguish is almost difficult to believe, It's amazing that someone would even devote themselves to something so fundamental, and in my opinion, the world is better for it. It's hard to even say if he discovered any significant wisdom from essentially sacrificing his own life to spiritually rot- he set himself up to eternally fail, and still he complained as though he was some unfortunate victim of personhood. He made of his suffering something of an artistic endevor, and as such, never really intended to better himself.
So often it was clear that, had he been a little less self-concerned, he could've rescued himself from his indeterminate existential crisis-he was obviously completely aware of what was wrong, but.I dunno. Eventually, Pessoas depressing and devistating prose about tedium and insignificance became tiring- and perhaps even a little annoying. There's something that I absolutely adore about this beautiful book, but it's hard to put a name to.
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