Bildungsromans; Germany -- Social conditions -- 1918-1933 -- Fiction; Young men -- Germany -- Fiction
“A good question!” he said, laughing. “You should always ask questions,
you must always doubt. But the explanation is very simple. If a moth
for instance wants to concentrate his will-power on a star or something
like that, he can’t do it. Only--he doesn’t try. He seeks only what
has sense and value for him, satisfies his needs, he gets what he
absolutely must have. And it is just there that the unbelievable
succeeds--he develops a marvelous sixth sense, that no other animal
besides him has! People in our position have more elbow-room,
certainly, and more interests than an animal. But even we are confined
to a comparatively small space, beyond which we cannot go. To be sure,
I can imagine this or that, or make myself believe that I absolutely
want to get to the North Pole or somewhere, but I can only carry that
out and wish it strongly enough when the desire lies right in myself,
when my whole being is really filled with it. As soon as that is the
case, as soon as you try to carry out an inward command, then you
succeed, then you can harness your will as you would a good nag. If
for instance I resolved that our good Mr. Parson shall not wear his
spectacles for the future, then that wouldn’t work. That is merely
play. But when last autumn I had the fixed intention of getting myself
moved to another desk, I succeeded. Someone suddenly arrived who came
before me in the alphabet and who up to then had been ill. Because
someone had to make room for him, it was naturally I who did it,
because my willing it had made me ready to seize the opportunity.”
“Yes,” I said, “that seemed to me very strange at the time. From the
moment we began to get interested in one another, you managed to get
nearer and nearer to me. But how was that? You did not immediately take
a place next to me; for a few lessons at first you were sitting in the
row of desks in front of me, weren’t you? How did that come about?”
“It was like this. I wasn’t quite certain where I wanted to go when
I wished to move from my first place. I only knew that I wanted to
sit further back. It was my wish to move towards you, but I was not
conscious of this at the time. Simultaneously your own will was working
with mine and helped me. It was only when I sat in front of you that I
realized my wish was only half fulfilled--I noticed that really I had
desired nothing else than to sit next to you.”
“But on that occasion no newcomer arrived.”
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