Hans Christian Anderson
April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875
Everything you always wanted to know about Hans
can be found at Hans Christian Anderson Center
"Talk about being misunderstood! I endured year upon year of being misunderstood. Misunderstood, misinterpreted and mistranslated! In my day, I was regarded with either condescension or indifference by members of the Danish literary establishment, who by the way, were triflers, largely unknown today unless mentioned in biographies about me." H.C. Anderson
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"People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me. A woman I never even met mistook me for Hans Christian Anderson. What a joke. I am much better looking than Hans!" Soren Kierkegaard
Søren Aabye Kierkegaard
May 5, 1813 – November 11, 1855
"People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me. A woman I never even met mistook me for Hans Christian Anderson. What a joke. I am much better looking than Hans!" Soren Kierkegaard
Kierkegaard led a somewhat uneventful life. Ha, ha, ha.
That line must have come from someone with no imagination. Read the real scoop
A terrible joke has been played on me,
by whom I cannot say, I can only admit to unwittingly having a hand in
it. The above portrait is NOT Soren Kierkegaard. It's Hans Christian
Anderson. For more than a year I've had it up on my side-bar (beneath
Bunny the Impersonator) believing it was Kierkegaard. Only today I
realized it was not. I could attempt to cover up this embarrassing faux
pas, this highly hilarious and ironic twist of fate, but it's so funny I
would prefer to just bring it out in the open. I think Soren would get
a great kick out of it. He complains a lot about being misunderstood.
I know the feeling. But
this? This is perhaps the ultimate misunderstanding, being mistaken
for your own rival. All this time I've been in love with the wrong
man, although it's more a case of the wrong face. Truth is, I'm in love
with both. Oh, damn these horrid love triangles. And to think, this
morning I spent 4 hours painting the wrong lover. Ah, slap myself in
the head and reach for a V8. Now I've got to get back to the "studio"
and turn out a portrait of Soren, otherwise, they might have a duel or
something. Wait! That's farfetched. Even for me.
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