As I was, the other day, reading Kierkegaard’s The Sickness Unto Death, and his seemingly neverending dialectical back and forth on “despair”, I was struck by this passage – a passage I, bizarrely, immediately connected, for no discernible reason, with J.K. Rowling’s Lord Voldemort:
[The despair of wanting in despair to be oneself, has a self want] to be itself in hatred toward existence, to be itself according to its misery; it does not even want defiantly to be itself, but to be itself in sheer spite; it does not even want to sever itself defiantly from the power which established it; it wants in sheer spite to press itself on that power, importune it, hang on to it out of malice. And that is understandable—a malicious objection must, of all things, take care to hang on to that to which it is an objection. Rebelling against all existence, it thinks it has acquired evidence against existence, against its goodness. The despairer thinks that he himself is this evidence.
In this way, the only possible conclusion is this: that Horcruxes and Voldemort are clearly Kierkegaardian artifacts.
I think we can clearly guess who, at one point, was reading our friend Søren.