The World's Illusion, Volume 2 (of 2): RuthWassermann, Jakob
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The World's Illusion, Volume 2 (of 2): Ruth
Wassermann, Jakob
German fiction -- Translations into English
“He came with his cases and boxes, but he had discharged his valet.
Toward me he was of an extreme cordiality, and indeed he seemed far
more cheerful than he had been when I left him. Two rooms were set
aside for this woman--a bedroom and a sitting-room. There remained
three rooms for him and two for me. But I had not been prepared for
this additional companion and hardly knew what to say. He gave me a
superficial explanation of her presence, but he withheld his real
confidence. How repulsive is this smoothness of the mere worldling,
how indistinguishable from downright falseness! To smile and be silent
convinces no one, though it may serve to deceive. We who are lowly
born do not know such gestures, and disdain to take refuge in polite
irresponsibility. The woman appeared at our meals. She sat there like
a clod, played with the cloth, asked foolish question, rattled the
silver, and used her knife as a shovel. Whenever Wahnschaffe glanced
at her, she looked like a thief who had been caught. I was confounded.
He seemed to me out of his senses. His entire behaviour toward her
was marked by a considerateness so exquisite that I was compelled
to believe that her influence over him had been gained in some
supernatural way. But what was its nature? I soon ascertained beyond a
doubt that she was not his mistress. Nor was such a thing conceivable;
it was a thought to be dismissed at once. What then was the source of
her power? It was in some devilish magic. Do not think that my mind is
wandering. In hours of spiritual insight I have looked deeply into the
secrets of creation. The human soul, poor and rich at once, has endless
capacities and powers of transformation. The stars gleam over us and we
know them not, neither their influence nor their power. The fissures of
the earth have been closed, and we know but as through the memory of a
dream that there are demons seeking to rule us. I trust that in this
matter we shall some day understand each other when we meet. Accept
this prophecy in proof of the truth of my assertions.
“I must continue. I no longer felt at home in those handsome rooms.
At night I often stood alone in the darkness, and listened for sounds
from the rooms of the other two. I conquered my aversion, and sought
out the woman when she was alone. She was talkative in a disagreeable
way. I did not conceal my contempt. In his presence she was dull.
Superficially she seems to rule him through her own servility. The
sight of her complete degradation impressed an eye satiated with
the glories of this world. I tried to discover in her some alluring
quality, some trace of lost or ruined beauty, some charm, however
humble or even perverse. I hoped to discover her secret by seeming to
agree with her and appreciate the situation. I watched for some sign of
a change in her soul, some symptom of expiation or conversion. I found
instead a crude, stained, stubborn, bestial, lumpish, unformed creature.
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