access to a circle where in quiet and freedom he meets young girls,
without an indelicate, intruding family surveillance, interfering and
asking him about his “intentions.” If between two such comrades an
erotic feeling finally develops, even if the wooing takes place in a
laboratory instead of a romantic arbour, the possibilities always exist,
in the golden haze of love, of making mistakes. But both have, however,
had opportunities of seeing each other in many character-illuminating
situations; they have observed each other, not only with their own eyes,
but also through the more critical glasses of the comrade circle. On the
other hand, it often happens that discussions and interchange of letters
conjure up a congeniality which exists only in opinions and temperament,
not in nature. It is fortunate when this is discovered in time.
Otherwise bitter conflicts may be the result, should a strong individual
nature wish to mould the other after himself or after his ideal of man
or woman. For that anyone loves the individuality of another without
illusions is still very rarely the case. It now happens somewhat more
frequently, since young people in comradeship learn to know mutually
their ideals and dreams, as well in erotic as in universally human
aspects. But if these ideals and dreams do give a hint of character,
comradeship brings a true knowledge of character only when it also
offers an opportunity of seeing others _act_; not only of _hearing_ them
speak of themselves. Such analyses of one’s own soul or the soul of
others in the atmosphere of tea and cigarettes, music and poetry, give
the “interesting” masculine or feminine parasites opportunity to ensnare
a victim, who is then intellectually or erotically, often even
economically, sucked dry.
But even if such an interchange of ideas really enriched all, it can be
carried to excess and become deleterious to energy for work, directness,
and idealism. However beneficial may be the honesty of to-day in sexual
questions, the discussion of the instincts of life which has now become
a commonplace is also dangerous. These discussions are fraught with the
same danger to the roots of human life as is a continual digging up of
the roots of a plant to see how it is growing.
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