Lastly, we must notice the absorbing friendships between children
of the same sex. Here, too, the instinct, robbed of its proper aim,
may assume a sportive, playful air. Even among students, friendships
are not rare in which the unsatisfied impulse plays its part all
unknown to the subjects. I content myself in this connection with the
citation of a little-known passage of the highest poetic beauty, and
evidently inspired by personal reminiscence. In it a light touch of
sexuality is imparted with a delicacy equal to that of Keller. Wilhelm
Meister writes to Natalie of his suddenly formed and tragically ended
friendship with a village lad. The two boys, who had just become
acquainted, were fishing together on the river bank. “As we sat there
leaning together he seemed to grow tired, and called my attention
to a flat rock which projected into the water from one side of the
stream. It made the loveliest place to bathe. Pretty soon he sprang up,
declaring that he could no longer withstand it, and before I knew it
he was down there undressed and in the water. As he was a good swimmer
he soon left the shallows, yielding his form to the water and coming
toward me. I too began to be interested. Grasshoppers danced around
me, ants swarmed about, bright-coloured insects hung from the boughs
overhead, and gold gleaming sunbeams floated and glanced fantastically
at my feet, and just then a huge crab pushed up between the roots to
his old stand whence he had been driven by the necessity of hiding
from the fishers. It was so warm and damp that one longed to get out
of the sun into the shade, and then from the cool shade to the cooler
water. So it was easy for my companion to lure me in with him. I
found a mild invitation irresistible and, notwithstanding some fear
of parental displeasure, and a vague terror of the unknown element, I
was soon making active preparations. Quickly undressing on the rock I
cautiously stepped into the water, but did not go far from the gently
sloping bank. Here my friend let me linger, going off by himself in the
buoyant waves. When he came back he stood upright to dry his body in
the warm sunshine. I thought the glory of the sun was eclipsed by the
noble manly figure which I had never seen nude before. He too seemed to
regard me with equal attention. Though quickly dressed again, we now
stood forever revealed to one another, and with the warmest kisses we
swore eternal friendship.”
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