As my own father was sick, and miserably tied to his invalid's chair, he would have been abandoned had not an old servant performed for him a so-called service of love. My mother gave parties while he was perishing in solitude, and amused herself while he was suffering bitter agonies
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Schopenhauer and the Wild Years of Philosophy by Rüdiger Safranski (trans. Ewald Osers)