"During my youthful days discontent never visited my mind; and if I was ever overcome by ennui, the sight of what is beautiful in nature, or the study of what is excellent and sublime in the productions of man, could always interest my heart, and communicate elasticity to my spirits. But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be--a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others, and intolerable to myself." - p. 116-117
Well, I guess that's a metaphor, right? There's no "like" or "as." I can't say I really get it. Do bolts enter the souls of blasted trees often? Is that some sort of crucifixion reference, or do I just think that because tomorrow's Good Friday? Maybe he's saying that he's not "what is beautiful in nature" because he's too discontented. Ergo, he's a "blasted" tree instead of a beautiful, thriving one.
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