"Oh yes. It is unpardonable, no doubt. But now I have explained. I've
had a night like no other night, I tell you. Something happened to me
yesterday. I was walking in the street and I met the joy of my life;
oh, listen to me, I met my star and my joy. And then, do you know, she
kissed me. Her mouth was so red, and I love her; she kissed me and
made me intoxicated. Has your mouth ever trembled so that you could
not speak? I could not speak, my heart shook my whole body. I ran home
and fell asleep; I sat here in this chair and slept. When evening came
I awoke. My soul was swinging up and down in me with emotion and I
began to write. What did I write? Here it is! I was under the sway of
a strange and glorious train of ideas, the heavens were opened, it was
like a warm summer day to my soul, an angel brought me wine, I drank
it, it was strong wine, I drank it from a cup of garnet. Did I hear the
clock strike? Did I see that the lamp went out? God grant you could
understand! I lived it all over again, I walked again with my beloved
in the street and every one turned to look at her. We went into the
Park, we met the King, I took my hat off and swept the ground from
joy, and the King turned to look at my beloved, for she is so tall and
lovely. We went down into the town again and all the school-children
turned to look at her, for she is young and has a light dress. Then
we came to a red brick house and went in. I followed her upstairs and
wanted to kneel to her. Then she threw her arms about me and kissed
me. This happened to me yesterday evening, no longer ago than that. If
you asked me what I have written, it is one continuous song to joy,
to happiness. It was as though joy lay naked before me with a long,
laughing throat and was coming to me."
"Well, I really can't listen to you any longer," said the man, in
despair and irritation. "I have spoken to you for the last time."
Johannes stopped him at the door.
"Wait a moment. Oh, you ought to have seen how your face lighted up. I
saw it as you turned, it was the lamp, it sent a gleam of sunshine over
your forehead. You were not so angry any more, I saw that. I opened the
window, I know, and I sang too loud. I was the happy brother of all the
world. It sometimes happens like that. One takes leave of one's senses.
I ought to have thought that you were still asleep...."
"The whole town is still asleep."
"Yes, it's early. I should like to make you a present. Will you accept
this? It is silver, it was given to me. A little girl whose life I once
saved gave it me. Please take it. It holds twenty cigarettes. You won't
have it? I see, you don't smoke, but you ought to learn. May I come and
see you tomorrow and make my excuses? I should like to do something,
beg your forgiveness...."
"Good-night."
"Good-night. I'm going to bed now, I promise you that. You shan't hear
another sound. And in future I'll be more careful."
The man went.
Johannes suddenly opened the door again and added:
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