The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.Spielhagen, Friedrich
General
The Breaking of the Storm, Vol. II.
Spielhagen, Friedrich
Fiction
"Well then, what do you say to this?" cried the President. "Differences
have existed between him and the Minister, I know; differences which
must have been settled by a superior authority. It is difficult, it is
almost impossible to work with any one who is determined not to act in
concert. One must give way, and of course the inferior; but just at
this time that should have been avoided. It will throw fresh oil into
the fire, as if it did not burn fiercely enough already, as if matters
had not already been made easy enough for these promoters! They will
laugh in their sleeves: 'Do you see that? do you hear that? We had
just intended, modest as we are, to take our shares into the market
to-morrow at 75; but now we ask 80--85! Paper that can send a General
von Werben flying, cannot be difficult to float!'
"You will see, my dear sir, they will trumpet it in all the papers,
and--even if it is all false--if the General's position were untenable,
the mob goes by outward appearance, judges by outward appearance,
and--outward appearance is against us."
The rug slipped from his knees, but he never seemed to observe it.
"And if that were all! But we, of whom our illustrious sovereign has so
rightly said that we are appointed by fate to eat our bread in the
sweat of our brow, we begin to desire to live for show, for glittering
useless show. Take this railway business; it is all show whichever way
you look at it--good high roads, decent communal roads are all that we
need for the moderate requirements of our island, which the prospectus
boastfully calls the 'granary of Germany.' Show is the security upon
the ground of which alone the concession can be obtained; I know that
they could not raise even the few hundred thousand thalers. The
subscriptions according to rule from 'good and substantial houses,' are
show--shameful show; the only real subscription is from Prince Prora,
through whose territory nearly a third of the railway passes; the other
ten million are from Count Golm, and Co.--and not one thaler is paid
up, or ever will be paid. So it goes on, so it must go on. You can't
gather figs from thistles, and as to what is to be expected from that
magnificent harbour which is to crown the whole, well, you know all
about that as well as or better than I do."
The President stood up and went to the window, through which the lights
of the town were already disappearing. Then he came back to his place
and said as he leant over towards Reinhold, in an almost mysterious
voice:
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