The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von FuchshaimGrimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
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The Adventurous Simplicissimus: being the description of the Life of a Strange vagabond named Melchior Sternfels von Fuchshaim
Grimmelshausen, Hans Jakob Christoph von
German fiction -- Translations into English; Thirty Years' War, 1618-1648 -- Fiction
The sergeant answered: "All this sounds fair enough for my purpose: yet
well I see that the doors by which we might win to many dignities be
shut against us by the nobility. For as soon as he is crept out of his
shell, forthwith your nobleman is clapped into such a position as we
cannot venture to set our thoughts upon, howbeit we have done more than
many a noble who is now appointed a colonel. And just as among the
peasants many noble talents perish for want of means to keep a lad at
his studies, so many a brave soldier grows old under the weight of a
musquet, that more properly deserved a regiment and could have tendered
great services to his general."
_Chap. xviii._: HOW SIMPLICISSIMUS TOOK HIS FIRST STEP INTO THE WORLD
AND THAT WITH EVIL LUCK
I cared no longer to listen to this old ass, but grudged him not his
complaints, for often he himself had beaten poor soldiers like dogs. I
turned again to the trees whereof the whole land was full and saw how
they swayed and smote against each other: and the fellows tumbled off
them in batches. Now a crack; now a fall. One moment quick, the next
dead. In a moment one lost an arm, another a leg, the third his head.
And as I looked methought all trees I saw were but one tree, at whose
top sat the war-god Mars, and which covered with its branches all
Europe. It seemed to me this tree could have overshadowed the whole
world: but because it was blown about by envy and hate, by suspicion
and unfairness, by pride and haughtiness and avarice, and other such
fair virtues, as by bitter north winds, therefore it seemed thin and
transparent: for which reason one had writ on its trunk these rhymes:
"The holmoak by the wind beset and brought to ruin,
Breaks its own branches down and proves its own undoing.
By civil war within and brothers' deadly feud
All's topsy-turvy turned and misery hath ensued."
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