Problematic Characters: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Problematic Characters: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"I told you, I think, my dear sir, that my father was a minister; nay
more, my grandfathers on both sides were ministers, for my mother was a
minister's daughter; my great-grandfather was at least a sexton, who
had married the daughter of a shepherd--though of another flock.
Farther I cannot trace my pedigree--but _ex ungue leonem_! You see that
all of my family have pursued the same business, to keep flocks--of men
or of sheep. The spirit of my ancestors seems to dwell in me. It was
always my passion to carry animals to pasture, and even now I can stand
by the hour leaning against a fence and looking at calves and colts.
There is no doubt something paradisiacal in this kind of enjoyment
which reminds us of the earliest times of mankind and me of my early
youth. Sir, my first friend was a boy who kept the geese on the common;
then a swineherd became my Pylades, and the intimate intercourse with
this _Eumæus posthumus_ has given me a relish for certain parts of the
Odyssey, which others lack who have not had the same previous training.
When my Pylades obtained the rank of regular shepherd I left our native
village, in tears, to go to college at Grunwald; there I entered an
advanced class, but my teachers, as well as the boys, looked at me as a
kind of monster; the latter mainly on account of my fabulous costume,
of which a pair of trousers consisting of good ox-hide up to the knees
was by no means the most remarkable part. My learning seemed to be as
fabulous to the professors. I knew half of Virgil by heart; I read the
New Testament as easily in the original as the others in the
translation--and all this at thirteen! I am shocked even now when I
think of it. Knowledge, however, was power, and I reaped the benefit at
once. For my father, who had a numerous family, and who was as poor as
a mouse in his own church, could give me next to nothing when I left
home, except his blessing and letters to six families in town, who gave
me as many free dinners every week. The seventh day, on which nobody
invited me, became thus naturally my regular fast-day. I was,
therefore, left entirely to myself; but I had no expensive habits;
instead of them the talent to be content with bread and butter, to read
with a train-oil lamp, and to write with pointed matches; to sit
through my six hours' tuition, and to be able to give as many private
lessons. Thus I could not only pay punctually the rent for my garret
and the bills for the necessaries of life, but actually exchange,
two months later, my ox-hide trousers, for another pair, of more
suitable shape and material. But I kept forever the nickname of
Leather-stocking, which my companions had given me, and which I had
hoped to shake off on this solemn occasion. Other inconveniences at
school I avoided mainly by a strict line of policy. I had found out
that the biggest and strongest boys in any class were generally also
the laziest and the most stupid. I never failed, therefore, to form an
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