nature it contains an indifference to morality, is calculated, in fact,
to make morality bend beneath its proud and unencumbered sceptre?
Be that as it may. An evolution is a destiny; and why should his
evolution, which had been upheld by the general confidence of a vast
public, not run through a different course from one accomplished outside
the lustre and the entanglements of fame? Only chronic vagabondage will
find it tedious and be inclined to scoff when a great talent outgrows
the libertine chrysalis-stage, learns to seize upon and express the
dignity of the mind, and superimposes a formal etiquette upon a solitude
which had been filled with unchastened and rigidly isolated sufferings
and struggles and had brought all this to a point of power and honour
among men. Further, how much sport, defiance, indulgence there is in the
self-formation of a talent! Gradually something official, didactic crept
into Gustav Aschenbach's productions, his style in later life fought shy
of any abruptness and boldness, any subtle and unexpected contrasts; he
inclined towards the fixed and standardized, the conventionally elegant,
the conservative, the formal, the formulated, nearly. And, as is
traditionally said of Louis XIV, with the advancing years he came to
omit every common word from his vocabulary. At about this time it
happened that the educational authorities included selected pages by him
in their prescribed school readers. This was deeply sympathetic to his
nature, and he did not decline when a German prince who had just mounted
to the throne raised the author of the Frederick to nobility on the
occasion of his fiftieth birthday. After a few years of unrest, a few
tentative stopping-places here and there, he soon chose Munich as his
permanent home, and lived there in a state of middle-class
respectability such as fits in with the life of the mind in certain
individual instances. The marriage which, when still young, he had
contracted with a girl of an educated family came to an end with her
death after a short period of happiness. He was left with a daughter,
now married. He had never had a son.
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