Love Quote by Georg Buchner

A question like this doesn’t flirt so much as bare its teeth. Buchner frames love as a “scale” you can run up and down on command, and then pushes the metaphor to its ugly logical end: if love is just practice, how many “women” does it take to get good at it? The wording is deliberately transactional. Women become units of experience, interchangeable rungs on an erotic ladder, while the speaker casts himself as the musician honing technique. That’s the sting: romance reduced to rehearsal, intimacy treated as a skill you can grind.

Buchner’s intent isn’t to endorse the sentiment but to expose a social and masculine posture that was already culturally legible in his time: the educated man who treats desire as appetite and people as proof of appetite. The subtext is less “I’ve loved so much” than “I’ve consumed so much.” The joke, if you want to call it that, is the smugness of turning something morally charged into something measurable. Counting lovers like notes on a scale is funny in the way a cleanly delivered insult is funny: you laugh, then notice what just got normalized.

Context matters because Buchner’s dramas are fascinated by bodies under pressure - political, economic, sexual. He writes against the sentimental stage tradition, stripping away noble feelings to show the machinery underneath. Here, love isn’t a sacred refuge from the world; it’s another system of use, another arena where power hides inside “taste” and “experience.”