Committing to one thing with such deep and abiding intent and obsession is admirable tragedy. What is the romantic ideal if not putting the ideals of poetry into real life?
Adele H. is an incredible heroine because she is undeterred by the inanity of her goal. Like Don Quixote she knows this is a fantasy and yet she persists because the real world is even more depressing and fake than her delusions.
I do not pity her, I admire her. Would that more people had a 10th of the passion of Adele H.