"She wants to make a learned man of you," he said. "I wish to make
nothing of you; I wish you to become what you are capable of becoming;
and to find out your capabilities we must experiment a little. One
thing is certain: you can become a first-rate hand-worker. You have
shown that already; and I am well satisfied that you have gone through
this brief course, for the first touches of the artist follow the last
of the craftsman, and it is well that he should understand the
handiwork upon which his art rests; not only because only thus is he
able to see rightly and help with counsel and hand wherever help is
needed, but only then is it truly his work, and belongs to him as a
child to a parent not only spirit of his spirit, but also flesh of his
flesh. Then how much more sharply does the eye see where the hand has
been busy? Here is the ground-plan of the new infirmary; this is the
foundation which you yourself helped to clear out, and for which you
yourself helped to bring the stones. This wall will be built upon that
foundation; it is of this height and this thickness; without a
calculation you are satisfied that such a foundation can support such a
wall. Do you not feel a pleasure in the neat, firm drawing in which a
single line represents the work of an hour, or perhaps of many days?
Paula has told me that you have an accurate eye and a sure hand. I need
copies of these plans: would you like to make them for me? It is
work suited to a convalescent; and the use of compass, ruler, and
drawing-pen, I can show you in five minutes."
From this day I worked in the superintendent's office, copying simple
outlines or the design of a front, or engrossing specifications, with a
pleasure which I had never imagined could accompany work. But who then
ever had such a teacher--so kind, so wise, so patient, who so well knew
how to lead the pupil to confidence in himself? How grateful to me was
his praise; and how I stood in need of it. I who at school had always
been blamed and scolded, who looked on it as a matter of course that my
work was worse than that of any of the others, and who had come to
consider myself as destitute of all capacity. My new teacher taught me
that my capacities were only dormant, and that I could perfectly well
understand anything that I thought worth understanding. Thus I had
resigned myself in mathematics to make no progress beyond the first
rudiments, and now to my astonishment I discovered that these uncouth
symbols and crabbed formulas were composed of simple ideas and figures,
and constructed with a logical consequence which I had no difficulty in
perceiving, and in which I felt inexpressible delight.
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