“I thank you, Walton,’ he said, ‘for your kind intentions towards so miserable a wretch; but when you speak of new ties and fresh affections, think you that any can replace those who are gone? Can any man be to me as Clerval was, or any woman another Elizabeth? Even where the affections are not strongly moved by any superior excellence, the companions of our childhood always possess a certain power over our minds which hardly any later friend can obtain. They know our infantine dispositions, which, however they may be afterwards modified, are never eradicated; and they can judge of our actions with more certain conclusions as to the integrity of our motives. A sister or a brother can never, unless indeed such symptoms have been shown early, suspect the other of fraud or false dealing, when another friend, however strongly he may be attached, may, in spite of himself, be contemplated with suspicion. But I enjoyed friends, dear not only through habit and association, but from their own merits; and wherever I am, the soothing voice of my Elizabeth and the conversation of Clerval will be ever whispered in my ear.”
Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
(desculpem, não consegui encontrar uma tradução portuguesa)
Será possivel ganhar afecto e amizade por uma pessoa, com quem não tenhamos ido para a cama, depois dos 30 anos?
Na vertente mais radical: para conhecer uma pessoa, nos dias de hoje, temos que a fazer?
Quem me dera que o Victor Frankenstein estivesse errrado.
(Dedicado aos meus poucos verdadeiros amigos e às minhas novas cyber-amizades)