Passion is for whom?

"But now all this has changed: other interests were crowding in, exciting me, seducing me, pulling me in different ways. Life had become broader, richer, in a way, but it was also shallower, too. That calm, deep center, my former passion, was no longer there. Adolescence had rushed upon me, like a typhoon, buffeting me with insatiable longings. [...] Now, at school, I was forced to sit in classes, to take notes and exams, to use textbooks that were flat, impersonal, deadly. What had been fun, delight, when I did it on my own way became an aversion, an ordeal, when I had to do it in order. What had been a holy subject for me, full of poetry, was being rendered prosaic, profane"

Fragmento de Uncle Tungsten, de Oliver Sacks.



¿Qué pedazo de su vida podría causar tal arrebato de nostalgia, frustración y desidia por lo demás?

La química, Oliver añora la Química.