Bildungsromans; Germany -- Social conditions -- 1918-1933 -- Fiction; Young men -- Germany -- Fiction
“No,” he said, “that can’t be done. That is to say, one hasn’t a free
will, even if the person acts that way. Neither can the other person
think as he will, nor can I make him think what I want him to. But you
can observe someone well, and then you can say fairly exactly what he
thinks or feels; in this way you can generally predict what he will do
the moment after. It’s quite simple, but people merely do not know it.
Naturally it requires practice. To take an example from the butterfly
world, there is a certain species of moth, of which the female is much
rarer than the male. The moths reproduce like other animals, the male
impregnates the female, who then lays the egg. Suppose you have in your
possession a female of this type of moth--naturalists have often made
the experiment--then the male moths fly in the night to this female,
they even make a flight of several hours’ duration! Think of it! For
many miles around all the males are conscious of the whereabouts of the
only female moth in the district. People have tried to explain that,
but it is not easy. Moths must have a sense of smell, or something like
it, which allows them to pick up and follow an almost imperceptible
scent, like a good hound. You understand? There are such things, nature
is full of them, and no one can explain them. Now I draw the conclusion
that if among this class of moths the females were as abundant as
the males, then these latter would not have such a refined sense of
smell! They have it simply because they have been trained like that.
If an animal or a man concentrates his whole attention and his whole
will-power on a certain thing then he attains it. That’s all. And it is
just the same with what you have asked me. Observe a man sufficiently
well, and you will know more about him than he does himself.”
It lay on the tip of my tongue to mention the word “mind-reading,” and
so to remind him of the scene with Kromer, now relegated to such a
distant past. But the odd thing between us both was that neither he nor
I ever made the slightest reference to the fact that several years ago
he had intervened so decisively in my life. It was as if formerly there
had been nothing between us, or as if each of us reckoned that the
other had forgotten the affair. It even happened once or twice when we
were together that we met Frank Kromer in the street, but we exchanged
no look, neither did we speak of him.
“But what has that got to do with will-power?” I asked. “You said there
was no such thing as free will. And then you said one only had to
concentrate one’s will on something to be able to attain one’s ends.
That doesn’t agree! If I am not master of my will, then I can’t direct
it here or there as I wish.”
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