Through Night to Light: A NovelSpielhagen, Friedrich
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Through Night to Light: A Novel
Spielhagen, Friedrich
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"And yet it is so. I have made up my mind to be always unreservedly
candid towards you, as you are towards me; at least to try to be so;
and therefore I can keep nothing from you. Formerly, when you seemed to
be beyond my reach as far as the stars in heaven, I often longed for
other human hearts to warm me, and to let me feel by their pulsations
that everything around me was not as dead as I felt; or I threw myself
into wild excesses and neck-breaking adventures, in order to feel at
least that I was still living. But now all that has suddenly changed.
Since there has come to me the faintest ray of hope that you may yet
some time consent to be mine, the world has recovered all its youthful
beauty in my eyes; but now I should also like to see the fountain from
which I have drunk this water of youth, free of all admixture and
undimmed. As you are all in all to me, so I should like to be all to
you; to see you have no other desire than to be loved--loved more and
more--as I have no other desire than to love you, more and more. What
is the rest of the world to us? I have forgotten it; it does not exist
for me any more!"
Melitta had let this storm of passion rush over her with bowed head.
When Oldenburg paused she took the diary, which lay open before her on
the table, turned over a few leaves, and said:
"Man strives according to his nature after the general and infinite; in
woman, who stands in every respect nearer to nature, the characteristic
feature of every being, self-love, is much more distinctly marked. Man
represents the centrifugal power of the moral world; woman the
centripetal power. If the former had the government, the world would
soon be in the clouds altogether; if woman ruled, we should never rise
above the top of the wheat-blades that nod over the lark's nest in the
furrow. The way to reconcile the two tendencies is love. When he loves
a beautiful woman, man learns that he is not merely a denizen of the
spiritual world; and when a woman loves a noble man, she learns that
there are higher interests than those of the domestic hearth. They must
complement each other; she must remind him that mankind is made up of
men; he must teach even the most gifted among us first to spell and
then to read fluently the great words of our day: 'Liberty and
Fraternity.'"
She closed the book and glanced up at Oldenburg, who stood at a little
distance from her, his arms crossed on his bosom.
"You were right not to let me become faithless to my own convictions,"
he said; "and I should like to know but this one thing--whether your
zeal to convert me is quite pure, or whether the priestess is not
anxious to direct the eyes of the sinner to the idol itself, because
their longing glances directed at her begin to be a burden to her?"
"Oldenburg!"
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