Didn't Hegel say something about history repeating?

I found this news item to be disturbing, because while TB makes for good literature, or at least interesting literature, it makes for a pretty crummy life, and a shorter one at that.

TB permeates Eugene O’Neill’s masterpiece, Long Day’s Journey Into Night, and O'Neill himself spent time in a sanatorium to recover from the disease.

Kay Boyle's Year Before Last tracks two young artists (Boyle and her TB-stricken lover and avant-garde literary magazine editor Ernest Walsh) through Europe as Walsh deteriorates and finally dies of tuberculosis.

John Keats died of the disease in 1821 at age 25; his brother Tim had died of TB only a few years earlier in 1818.

Perhaps hardest hit were the Bronte family, that prolific group that gave us Jane Eyre (Charlotte), The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (Anne), and Wuthering Heights (Emily). Brother Branwell was mainly a painter and sometime poet who seemed to spend a good bit of time getting dismissed from tutoring and clerking jobs. Every one of them -- as well as two of their siblings who never made it to adulthood -- died of TB (some critics suggest Charlotte did not, but that's a nuance we'll let others sort out).