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shed over my feeling towards him:               pride and hatred would surely have 
been   subdued   into   pity;   and   the   record   of   those   hidden   sins   would   have 
been shortened。        But this is one of the vain thoughts with which we men 
flatter ourselves。      We try to believe that the egoism within us would have 
easily been melted; and that it was only the narrowness of our knowledge 
which hemmed in our generosity; our awe; our human piety; and hindered 
them     from    submerging       our   hard   indifference     to   the   sensations    and 
emotions      of  our   fellows。    Our     tenderness     and   self…renunciation      seem 
strong when our egoism has had its daywhen; after our mean striving for 
a triumph that is to be another's loss; the triumph es suddenly; and we 
shudder at it; because it is held out by the chill hand of death。 
     Our arrival in Prague happened at night; and I was glad of this; for it 
seemed like a deferring of a terribly decisive moment; to be in the city for 
hours without seeing it。        As we were not to remain long in Prague; but to 
go on speedily to Dresden; it was proposed that we should drive out the 
next morning and take a general view of the place; as well as visit some of 
its specially interesting spots; before the heat became oppressivefor we 
were in August; and the season was hot and dry。                But it happened that the 
ladies were rather late at their morning toilet; and to my father's politely… 
repressed but perceptible annoyance; we were not in the carriage till the 
morning was far advanced。            I thought with a sense of relief; as we entered 
the   Jews'   quarter;   where   we   were   to   visit   the   old   synagogue;   that   we 
should be kept in this flat; shut…up part of the city; until we should all be 
too   tired   and   too   warm   to   go   farther;   and   so   we   should   return   without 
seeing more than the streets through which we had already passed。                      That 
would give me another day's suspensesuspense; the only form in which a 
fearful    spirit  knows     the   solace   of  hope。     But;    as  I  stood   under    the 
blackened;  groined   arches of   that   old synagogue;  made   dimly  visible   by 
the   seven   thin   candles   in   the   sacred   lamp;   while   our   Jewish    cicerone 
reached down the Book of the Law; and read to us in its ancient tongueI 
felt a shuddering impression that this strange building; with its shrunken 
lights;   this   surviving   withered   remnant   of   medieval   Judaism;   was   of   a 
piece with my vision。          Those darkened dusty Christian saints; with their 
loftier arches and their larger candles; needed the consolatory scorn with 
which they might point to a more shrivelled death…in…life than their own。 
     As I expected; when we left the Jews' quarter the elders of our party 
wished to return to the hotel。           But now; instead of rejoicing in this; as I 
had   done   beforehand;   I   felt   a   sudden   overpowering   impulse   to   go   on   at 
once to the bridge; and put an end to the suspense I had been wishing to 
protract。     I   declared;   with   unusual   decision;   that   I   would   get   out   of   the 
carriage   and   walk   on   alone;   they   might   return   without   me。     My   father; 
thinking this merely a sample of my usual 〃poetic nonsense;〃 objected that 
I should only do myself harm by walking in the heat; but when I persisted; 
he    said  angrily   that   I  might   follow    my    own    absurd    devices;    but  that 
Schmidt   (our   courier)   must   go   with   me。      I   assented   to   this;   and   set   off 
with Schmidt towards the bridge。             I had no sooner passed from under the 
archway of the grand old gate leading an to the bridge; than a trembling 
seized me; and I turned cold under the mid…day sun; yet I went on; I was in 
search     of  somethinga      small   detail   which    I  remembered       with   special 
intensity as part of my vision。 There it wasthe patch of rainbow light on 
the pavement transmitted through a lamp in the shape of a star。 
Before   the   autumn   was   at   an   end;   and   while   the   brown   leaves   still 
stood   thick     on  the   beeches    in  our   park;   my   brother   and    Bertha    were 
engaged to   each   other;   and it   was   understood   that   their  marriage  was   to 
take   place   early   in   the   next   spring。 In   spite   of   the   certainty   I   had   felt 
from that moment on the bridge at Prague; that Bertha would one day be 
my wife; my constitutional timidity and distrust had continued to benumb 
me; and the words in which I had sometimes premeditated a confession of 
my love; had died away unuttered。              The same conflict had gone on within 
me as beforethe longing for an assurance of love from Bertha's lips; the 
dread   lest   a   word   of   contempt   and   denial   should   fall   upon   me   like   a 
corrosive acid。       What was the conviction of a distant necessity to me?                  l 
trembled   under   a   present   glance;   I   hungered   after   a   present   joy;   I   was 
clogged   and   chilled   by   a   present   fear。   And   so   the   days   passed   on:    I 
witnessed   Bertha's   engagement   and   heard   her   marriage   discussed   as   if   I 
were   under   a   conscious   nightmareknowing   it   was   a   dream   that   would 
vanish; but feeling stifled under the grasp of hard…clutching fingers。 
     When I was not in Bertha's presenceand I was with her very often; 
for   she   continued   to   treat   me   with   a   playful   patronage   that   wakened   no 
jealousy in my brotherI spent my time chiefly in wandering; in strolling; 
or taking long rides while the daylight lasted; and then shutting myself up 
with   my   unread   books;   for   books   had   lost   the   power   of   chaining   my 
attention。      My      self…consciousness       was    heightened      to   that   pitch   of 
intensity in which our own emotions take the form of a drama which urges 
itself imperatively on our contemplation; and we begin to weep; less under 
the sense of our suffering than at the thought of it。              I felt a sort of pitying 
anguish      over   the   pathos    of  my    own    lot:   the   lot  of   a  being    finely 
organized for pain; but with hardly any fibres that responded to pleasure 
to whom the idea of future evil robbed the present of its joy; and for whom 
the idea of future good did not still the uneasiness of a present yearning or 
a present dread。       I went dumbly through that stage of the poet's suffering; 
in which he feels the delicious pang of utterance; and makes an image of 
his sorrows。 
     I   was   left  entirely    without    remonstrance       concerning     this   dreamy 
wayward   life:      I   knew   my   father's   thought   about   me:     〃That   lad   will 
never     be  good    for   anything    in  life:   he   may    waste    his  years    in  an 
insignificant   way   on   the   ine   that   falls   to   him:   I   shall   not   trouble 
myself about a career for him。〃 
     One mild morning   in the beginning   of November; it happened that  I 
was standing outside the portico patting lazy old Caesar; a Newfoundland 
almost blind with age; the only dog that ever took any notice of mefor 
the very dogs shunned me; and fawned on the happier people about me 
when the groom brought up my brother's horse which was to carry him to 
the   hunt;   and   my   brother   himself   appeared   at   the   door;   florid;   broad… 
chested; and self…placent; feeling what a good…natured fellow he was 
not to behave insolently to us all on the strength of his great advantages。 
     〃Latimer; old boy;〃 he said to me in a tone of passionate cordiality; 
〃what   a   pity   it   is   you   don't   have   a   run   with   the   hounds   now   and   then! 
The finest thing in the world for low spirits!〃 
     〃Low spirits!〃 I thought bitterly; as he rode away; 〃that is the sort of 
phrase   with   which   coarse;   narrow   natures   like   yours   think   to   describe 
experience of which you can know no more than your horse knows。                         It is 
to such as you that the good of this world falls:                ready dulness; healthy 
selfishness; good…tempered conceit these are the keys to happiness。〃 
     The quick thought came;  that my selfishness  was even stronger than 
hisit was only a suffering selfishness instead of an enjoying one。                    But 
then;   again;   my   exasperating   insight   into Alfred's   self…   placent   soul; 
his freedom from  all the doubts   and fears; the   unsatisfied yearnings; the 
exquisite   tortures   of   sensitiveness;   that   had   made   the   web   of   my   life; 
seemed to absolve me from all bonds towards him。                   This man needed no 
pity; no love; those fine influences would have been as little felt by him as 
the delicate white mist is felt by the rock it caresses。              There was no evil 
in store for HIM:        if he was not to marry Bertha; it would be because he 
had found a lot pleasanter to himself。 
     Mr。   Filmore's   house   lay   not   more   than   half   a   mile   beyond   our   own 
gates; and whenever I knew my brother was gone in another direction; I 
went there for the chance of finding Bertha at home。 Later on in the day I 
walked thither。      By a rare accident she was alone; and we walked out in 
the grounds together; for she seldom went on foot beyond the trimly…swept 
gravel…walks。       I remember what a beautiful sylph she looked to me as the 
low November sun shone on her blond hair; and she tripped along teasing 
me    with   her   usual   light  banter;   to  which    I  listened   half  fondly;   half 
moodily; it was all the sign Bertha's mysterious inner self ever made to me。 
To… day perhaps; the moodiness predominated; for I had not yet shaken off 
the   access   of   jealous   hate   which   my   brother   had   raised   in   me   by   his 
parting   patronage。      Suddenly   I   interrupted   and   startled   her   by   saying; 
almost fiercely; 〃Bertha; how can you love Alfred?〃 
     She looked at me with surprise for a moment; but soon her light smile 
came again; and she answered sarcastically; 〃Why do you suppose I love 
him?〃 
     〃How can you ask that; Bertha?〃 
     〃What! your wisdom thinks I must love the man I'm going to marry? 
The   most   unpleasant   thing   in   the   world。    I   should   quarrel   with   him;   I 
should be jealous of him; our menage would be conducted in a very ill… 
bred manner。       A little quiet contempt contributes greatly to the elegance 
of life。〃 
     〃Bertha; that is not your real feeling。        Why do you delight in trying to 
deceive me by inventing such cynical speeches?〃 
     〃I need never take the trouble of invention in order to deceive you; my 
small Tasso〃 (that was the mocking name she usually gave me)。                      〃The 
easiest way to deceive a poet is to tell him the truth。〃 
     Sh

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