Among the gnomes : $b An occult tale of adventure in the UntersbergHartmann, Franz
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Among the gnomes : $b An occult tale of adventure in the Untersberg
Hartmann, Franz
Fantasy fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
Upon this Adalga made a vicious grab at the Oleander blossom, trying
to capture it, but did not succeed; for the rose-coloured radiance at
once became transformed into a column of red vapour, which whirled
away, while from its interior came a discordant sound indicative of
disappointment and sorrow.
The princess flew into a rage, and elongating her body to the full
length, struck at the column of vapour, but only to fall upon her nose,
for the red cloud had already passed beyond her reach. We followed the
fairy, but could only see the rose-coloured light floating back into
the tunnel, where it disappeared, and after a little while a mournful
strain of music was heard. We sent up a variety of flowers with a hope
of renewing the negotiations; but they were not accepted. We received
nothing but a rain of ashes, indicating that all prospects for an
amicable understanding were at an end.
This failure to catch the spirit of sound caused to the princess a
great deal of vexation, and she blamed us for not having closed up
the mouth of the tunnel to prevent the return of the fairy. To this I
replied:
“There is a certain amount of honour even among thieves; but to a
person absorbed by a greed for gratifying his scientific curiosity
in regard to that which belongs to the higher life, nothing is
inviolable or sacred, and nothing safe from his attempts to uselessly
and foolishly cause its destruction. Too clumsy, stupid, and cowardly
to try to rise up to a conception of high and exalted ideals, those
would-be scientists and pseudo-philosophers would like to entice those
ideals, allure them by false promises, and drag them down into the
manure in which they themselves love to roll; but thanks to the laws
of the eternal spirit in nature, true goodness cannot be approached by
evil, wisdom is not comprehensible to the fool, and purity does not
amalgamate with filth.”
“Prove it!” she cried, probably more from force of habit than as a
result of reflection; for some remnant of reason left in her mind
seemed to make her feel the idiocy of her requests, and, changing the
subject, she said:
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