Objectless liberty.

from Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin fiction ~1 min read

Meeting you in times past by chance,
Warmth I imagined in your glance,
But, knowing not the actual truth,
Restrained the impulses of youth;
Also my wretched liberty
I would not part with finally;[1]


  1. This mirrors The Immoralist —wretched liberty, objectless freedom, the inability to trust and have faith in the other, therefore squandering it all. ↩︎

—Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin, p. -1