The World's Illusion, Volume 1 (of 2): EvaWassermann, Jakob
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The World's Illusion, Volume 1 (of 2): Eva
Wassermann, Jakob
German fiction -- Translations into English
“Adeline remained on the carpet. I shall simply call her Adeline, as,
indeed, I did later during our intercourse. She looked at me exactly
as she had done that day I had used the axe. One cannot well be paler
than she was by nature, but her skin now became positively transparent.
She arose, went to the table, lifted some indifferent object, and put
it down again. At the same time a mocking smile hovered upon her lips.
That smile went through and through me. And indeed the woman herself
pierced me, body and soul. You’ll misunderstand me. It doesn’t matter.
If you don’t understand, no explanations will do any good. The sheet
of ice above me cracked, and I had a glimpse of the upper world.”
“I believe I do understand you,” said Christian.
“To my question whether she desired me to leave the house, she replied
that, since her husband had engaged me, it was for her to respect the
arrangement. Her tone was frosty. I replied that the pressure of her
dislike made it impossible for my activities to be fruitful. With
an indirect glance at me, she answered that some method of decent
co-operation could probably be found, and that she would think it over.
Beginning with that evening, I was invited to table with her, and the
boys and she treated me with respect, if not with kindness. Late one
evening she sent for me and asked me to read to her. She gave me the
book from which I was to read. It was a current fashionable novel,
and, after I had read a few pages, I threw the volume on the table,
and said that the stuff nauseated me. She nodded, and answered that
that was quite her feeling, too, which she had not wanted to admit
even to herself, and that she was grateful to me for my frankness. I
went for my Bible, and read her the story of Samson from the Book of
Judges. It must have seemed naïve to her, for when I had finished that
mocking smile played again about her lips. Then she asked: ‘It’s hardly
necessary, is it, to be a hero in Judah to share Samson’s fate? And do
you think that what Delilah accomplished was so remarkable?’ I replied
that I had no experience of such matters, and she laughed.
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