The contradiction sits in one pair of sentences. Much is possessed. The license absorbs all of it. Without the object, nothing. That is not poverty. It is a sink. The object can name the trap directly: the desire stays strong because possession is impossible. The holder hears that as an insult furnished by the rival, which is how a contradiction protects itself. The last move does not break the address. Death is filed as a sacrifice for the object, a conviction that the measure is full, not as an exit from the socket. One of three must go, and the one who goes is still writing to her. Ripped from the novel: "I possess so much, but my love for her absorbs it all. I possess so much, but without her I have nothing."
— In our words · Source: The Sorrows of Young Werther (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)