" For His Grace was upset, and
therefore
it was quite logical for him to express himself in this fashion.
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"He pointed toward the farthest room.
"We know too few people here.
Nor have we seen anything ofyou for a long time!
Your father, wasn't it .
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?
Hans Sepp got us the invitation for this evening-my wife was dead set on it-so you see the fellow isn't entirely hopeless.
They're semi-officially en- gaged now, he and Gerda.
You probably didn't know that, did you?
But Gerda, you see, that girl, I don't even know whether she's in love with him or has just got it into her head that she is.
Won't you come over and join us for a bit?
"
'Til be along later," Ulrich promised.
"Please do," Fischel urged, and fell silent. Then he whispered: "Isn't that our host? Won't you introduce me? We haven't had the opportunity. We don't know either him or her. "
But when Ulrich made a move in that direction, Fischel held him back. "And how is the great philosopher? What's he up to? " he asked. "My wife and Gerda are of course mad about him. But what's this about the oil fields? The word now is that it was a false rumor, but I don't believe it. They always deny it! You know, it's the same as when my wife is annoyed with a maid, then I keep hearing that the maid is untruthful, immoral, impertinent-nothing but defects of character, you see? But when I quietly promise the girl a raise, just to have peace in the house, then her character suddenly disappears. No more talk about character, everything's suddenly in order, and my wife doesn't know why. Isn't it always like that? There's too much economic probability in those oil fields for the denials to be be- lieved. "
And because Ulrich held his peace, while Fischel wanted to return to his wife as the glorious bearer of inside information, he began once more:
"One has to admit it's very nice here. But my wife would like to know what all the strange talk is about. And who is this Feuermaul
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anyway? " he added. "Gerda says he's a great poet; Hans Sepp says he's nothing but a careerist who's taken everyone in! "
Ulrich allowed that the truth probably lay somewhere in between.
"Now, that's well put! " Fischel said gratefully. "The truth always lies somewhere in between, which everyone forgets nowadays, they're all so extreme! I keep telling Hans Sepp that everyone's enti- tled to his opinions, but the only opinions that count are the ones that enable you to earn a living, because that means that other people appreciate your opinions too! "
There had been an impalpable but important change in Leo Fischel, but Ulrich unfortunately passed up the opportunity to look into it and merely hastened to leave Gerda's father with the group around Section Chief Tuzzi. Here Stumm von Bordwehr had mean- while grown eloquent, frustrated at his inability to pin Ulrich down, and so highly charged with things to say that they burst out by the shortest path.
"How to account for this gathering tonight? " he cried, reiterating Hofrat Schwung's question. "I would assert, in the same judicious spirit in which it was asked: Not at all! I'm not joking, gentlemen," he went on, not without a touch of pride. "This very afternoon I hap- pened to ask a young lady whom I had to show around the psychiatric clinic of our University what it was she was actually interested in see- ing, so we could explain it properly, and she gave me a very witty answer, exceptionally thought-provoking. What she said was: 'If we stop to explain everything, we will never change anything in the world. '"
Schwung shook his head in disapproval.
"What she meant by that I don't really know"-Stumm defended himself-"and I won't take responsibility for it, but you can't help feeling there is some truth in it. You see, I am, for instance, indebted to my friend here"-he gave a polite nod in Ulrich's direction- "who has so often given His Grace, and thereby the Parallel Cam- paign too, the benefit of his thoughts, for a great deal of instruction. But what is taking shape here tonight is a certain distaste for instruc- tion. Which brings me back to my first assertion. "
"But isn't what you want . . . ? " Tuzzi. said. "I mean, the word is that colleagues from the War Ministry hope to stimulate a patriotic decision here, a collection of public funds or some such thing, in
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order to bring our artillery up to strength. Naturally, a mere token demonstration, just to put some pressure on Parliament through public opinion. ''
"That is certainly my understanding of some things I've heard to- night! " Hofrat Schwung concurred.
"It's much more complicated, Herr Section Chief," the General said.
"And what about Dr. Arnheim? " Tuzzi. said bluntly. "If I may be quite candid: Are you sure that Arnheim wants nothing more than the Galician oil fields, which are tied up, as it were, with the artillery problem? "
"I can only speak of myself and my part in it, Section Chief," Stumm said, warding him off, then repeated: "And it's all much more complicated! "
"Naturally it's more complicated," Tuzzi. said, smiling.
"Of course we need the guns," the General said, warming to the subject, "and it may indeed be advantageous to work with Arnheim along the lines you suggest. But I repeat that I can only speak from my point of view as a cultural officer, and as such I put it to you: 'What's the use of cannons without the spirit to go with them? '"
"And why, in that case, was so much importance attached to bring- ing in Herr Feuermaul? '' Tuzzi. asked ironically. "That is defeatism pure and simple! "
"Permit me to disagree," the General said firmly, "but that is the spirit of the times! Nowadays the spirit of the times has two separate currents. His Grace-he's standing over there with the Minister; I've just come from talking with them-His Grace, for instance, says that the call has to go out for action, that's what the times demand. And in fact people are much less enchanted with the great idea of humanity than they were, say, a hundred years ago. On the other hand, there is of course something to be said for the point of view of loving man- kind, but about that His Grace says that those who do not want what is good for them must in certain circumstances be forced to accept it! So His Grace is in favor of the one current, but without turning his back on the other. "
"I don't quite follow that," Professor Schwung demurred.
"It's not easy to follow," Stumm readily admitted. "Suppose we go back to the point that I see two currents at work in the mind of our
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period. The one states that man is good by nature, when he is left to himself, as it were--"
"How do you mean good? '' Schwung interrupted. 'Who can possi- bly think in such nai've terms nowadays? We're not living in the world of eighteenth-century idealism! "
'Well, I don't know about that. " The General sounded rather net- tled. "Just think of the pacifists, the vegetarians, the enemies of violence, the back-to-nature people, the anti-intellectuals, the con- scientious objectors-! can't call them all to mind offhand-and all the people who put their faith in mankind, as it were; they all form one big current. But ifyou prefer," he added in that obliging way he had that made him so likable, "we can just as easily start out from the opposite point of view. Suppose we start with the fact that people must be regimented because they never do the right thing of their own accord; we might find it easier to agree on that. The masses need a strong hand, they need leaders who can be tough with them and don't just talk; in a word, they need to be guided by the spirit of action. Human society consists, as it were, of only a small number of volunteers, who also have the necessary training, and of millions without any higher ambitions, who seiVe only because they must. Isn't that so, roughly speaking? And because experience has gradu- ally forced us to recognize this fact even here in our campaign, the first current-for what I've just been talking about is the second cur- rent-the first current, I say, is alarmed at the possibility that the great idea of love and faith in mankind might get lost altogether. Hence there were forces at work, you see, that have sent Feuer- maul into our midst to save what can still be saved at the eleventh hour. Which makes it all much easier to understand than we first thought, no? "
"And what's going to happen then? '' Tuzzi wanted to know.
"Nothing, I imagine," Stumm replied. 'We've had lots ofcurrents in the campaign by now. "
"But there's an intolerable contradiction between your two cur- rents," protested Professor Schwung, who as a jurist could not bear such ambiguity.
"Not ifyou look at it closely," Stumm countered. "The one current is of course also in favor of loving mankind, provided you change it first by force. They differ on a technicality, you might say. "
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Now Director Fischel spoke up: "As a latecomer to the discussion, I'm afraid I don't have a complete picture. But if I mafsay so, it seems to me that respect for humanity is basically on a higher level than its opposite. This evening I've heard some incredible senti- ments-not representative of this gathering, I'm sure, but still-in- credible sentiments about people of different convictions and above all of differing nationalities. " With his chin clean-shaven between muttonchop whiskers and his tilted pince-nez, he looked like an En- glish lord upholding the freedom of humanity and free trade; he did not mention that the disreputable sentiments in question were those of Hans Sepp, his prospective son-in-law, who was in his element in "the second current" of our times.
"Savage sentiments? " the General asked helpfully. "Extraordinarily savage," Fischel confinned.
"Could they have been talking about 'toughening up'? It's easy to
misconstrue that kind of talk," Stumm said.
"No, no," Fischel exclaimed. "Utterly nihilistic, positively revolu-
tionary views! Perhaps you're out of touch with our rebellious younger generation, Herr Major General. I'm surprised that such people are admitted here at all. "
"Revolutionary views? '' Stumm asked, not at all pleased, and smil- ing in as chilly a manner as his plump face would allow. ''I'm afraid I must admit, Herr Direktor, that I'm by no means an out-and-out op- ponent of revolutionary views. Short of an actual revolution, of course. There's often a good deal of idealism in that sort of thing. And as for admitting them here, our campaign, which is intended to draw the whole country together, has no right to turn away construc- tive forces, in whatever mode they may express themselves! "
Leo Fischel was silent. Professor Schwung was not much inter- ested in the views of a dignitary who was outside the ranks of the civilian bureaucracy. Tuzzi had been dreaming: "first current . . . sec- ond current. " It reminded him of two similar expressions, "first res- eiVoir . . . second reseiVoir," but he could not remember them precisely, or the conversation with Ulrich in which they had come up; yet it stirred in him an incomprehensible jealousy of his wife, which was connected to this harmless General by intangible links he could not begin to disentangle. Awakened to reality by the silence, he
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wanted to show the representative of the military that he was not to be sidetracked by digressions.
"All in all, General," he began, "the military party wants-"
"But, my dear Section Chief, there is no military party! " Stumm immediately broke in. "People are always talking about a military party, but by its very nature the military is above party! "
"Let's say the military hierarchy, then," Tuzzi replied, chafing at the interruption. "You were saying that what the army needs is not just guns but the spirit to go with them; by what spirit will you be pleased to have your guns loaded? ''
"That's going too far, Section Chiefl" Stumm protested. "It all started with my being asked to explain tonight's gathering to these gentlemen, and I said one really couldn't explain anything; that's all I'm taking my stand on! Ifthe spirit ofthe times really has two such currents as I have described, neither of them favors 'explanation'; today we favor instinctual energies, dark forces in the blood, and the like. I certainly don't go along with that, but there's something in it! "
At these words Fischel began to fume again, finding it immoral for the military to even consider making terms with the anti-Semites in order to get their guns.
"Come now, Herr Director," Stumm tried to pacify him. "In the first place, a little anti-Semitism more or less hardly matters when people are already so anti to begin with: the Germans anti the Czechs and the Magyars, the Czechs anti the Magyars and the Ger- mans, and so on, everybody against everybody else. Second, if any- one has always been international, it has been the Austrian Army Officers Corps: you need only look at the many Italian, French, Scot- tish, and Lord knows what other names; we even have an Infantry General von Kohn, he's a corps commandant in Olmiitz! "
"All the same, I'm afraid you've bitten off more than you can chew," Tuzzi broke in on this diversion. "You're both internationalist and war-minded, but you want to deal with the nationalist move- ments and the pacifists as well: that's almost more than a professional diplomat could manage. Conducting military politics with pacifism is the task confronting the greatest diplomatic experts in Europe at this moment! "
"But we're not at all the ones who are playing politics! " Stumm
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protested again, in a tone of weary complaint over so much misun- derstanding. "His Grace simply wanted to give capital and culture one last chance to join forces-that's the whole reason for this eve- ning. Of course, if the civilian sector can't come to some kind of ac- cord, we would find ourselves in a position-"
"In what position? That would be interesting to hear, indeed! " Tuzzi cried, a bit too eager to fan the flame.
'Well, in a difficult position, ofcourse," Stumm said with caution and modesty.
While the four gentlemen were engaged in this discussion, Ulrich had long since unobtrusively slipped away to find Gerda, giving a wide berth to the group around His Grace and the Minister to avoid a summons from that quarter.
He caught sight of her from some way off, sitting by the wall be- side her mother, who was gazing stiffly into the salon. Hans Sepp was standing at her other side, with an uneasy, defiant look. Since her last miserable encounter with Ulrich, Gerda had grown even thinner, looking more barren offeminine charms the closer he came, and yet, by the same measure, more banefully attractive, her head on those slack shoulders standing out against the room. When she caught sight of Ulrich her face flushed scarlet, only to tum paler than ever, and she made an involuntary movement with her upper body like someone with a sharp pain in the heart who is somehow unable to press a hand to the spot. He had a fleeting vision of the scene when, wildly intent on his animal advantage in having aroused her physi- cally, he had abused her confusion. There that body was sitting, visi- ble to him beneath her dress, receiving orders from her humiliated will to hold itself proudly high, but trembling the while. Gerda was not angry at him, he could see, but she wanted to be done with him at all costs. He unobtrusively slowed down, trying to savor this to the full, and this sensuous tarrying seemed in keeping with the relation- ship between these two people, who could never quite come to- gether. When Ulrich was very close to her, aware of nothing now but the quivering in the uplifted face awaiting him, he felt in passing something weightless, like a shadow or a gust ofwarmth; and he per- ceived Bonadea, who had passed by him in silence but hardly with- out intent, and in all probability had been following him. He bowed to her. The world is beautiful ifone takes it as it is: For a second the
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naive contrast between the voluptuous and the meager, as expressed in these two women, loomed as large to him as that between pasture and rock at the timberline, and he felt himself stepping down from the Parallel Campaign, even though with a guilty smile. When Gerda saw this smile slowly sinking down toward her outstretched hand, her eyelids quivered.
At this moment Diotima noticed that Arnheim was taking young Feuermaul to meet His Grace and the War Minister, and, skilled tac- tician that she was, she thwarted all encounters by ordering the ser- vants in with trays of refreshments.
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Such conversations as those just reported went on by the dozen, and they all had something in common, which is not easy to describe but that cannot be passed over if one lacks Privy Councillor Mese- ritscher's flair for giving a dazzling account of a party just by making lists: who was there, wearing what, and saying this and that-all those things that are, in fact, considered by many to be the truest narrative art. So Friedel Feuermaul was not really being a miserable toady, which he never was, but merely flnding the right word for the time and place when he said of Meseritscher, while standing in front of him: "He's really the Homer of our era! No, I mean it," he added, when Meseritscher tried to brush it off. "That epic, imperturbable 'and' with which you link all persons and events strikes me as having real greatness! " He had got hold of Meseritscher because the editor of the Parliamentary and Social Gazette had been reluctant to leave without paying his respects to Arnheim; but this still did not get Feuermaul's name into print "among those present. "
Without going into the flner distinctions between idiots and cre- tins, suffice it to say that an idiot ofa certain degree is not up to form-
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ing the concept "parents," even though he has no trouble with the idea of "father and mother. " This same simple additive, "and," was Meseritscher's device for relating social phenomena to one another. Another point about idiots is that in the basic concreteness of their thinking they have something that is generally agreed to appeal to the emotions in a mysterious way; and poets appeal directly to the emotions in very much the same way, insofar as their minds run to palpable realities. And so, when Friedel Feuermaul addressed Mese- ritscher as a poet, he could just as well-that is, out of the same ob- scure, hovering feeling, which, in his case, was also tantamount to a sudden illumination-have called him an idiot, in a way that would have had considerable significance for all mankind. For the element common to both is a mental condition that cannot be spanned by far-reaching concepts, or refined by distinctions and abstractions, a mental state of the crudest pattern, expressed most clearly in the way it limits itself to the simplest of coordinating conjunctions, the help- lessly additive "and," which for those of meager mental capacity re- places more intricate relationships; and it may be said that our world, regardless of all its intellectual riches, is in a mental condition akin to idiocy; indeed, there is no avoiding this conclusion if one tries to grasp as a totality what is going on in the world.
Not that those who are the first to propound or who come to share such a view have a monopoly on intelligence! It simply doesn't de- pend in the least on the individual, or on the pursuits he is engaged in-and which were indeed being engaged in, with more or with less shrewdness, by all those who had come to Diotima's on this evening. For when General Stumm von Bordwehr, for instance, during the pause caused by the arrival of refreshments, got into a conversation with His Grace in the course of which he argued in a genially obsti- nate and respectfully daring tone: 'With all due respect, Your Grace, permit me to disagree most strongly; there is more than mere pre- sumption in people who are proud of their race; there is also some- thing appealingly aristocratic! " he knew precisely what he meant by these words, but not so precisely what he conveyed by them, for such civilities are wrapped in an extra something that is like a pair of thick gloves in which one must struggle to pick up a single match out of a full box. And Leo Fischel, who had not budged from Stumm's side
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after he noticed that the General was moving impatiently toward His Grace, added:
"People must be judged not by their race but on their merit! "
What His Grace replied was logical; disregarding Director Fischel, who had only just been introduced to him, he answered Stumm:
"What does the middle class need race for? They've always been up in arms about a court chamberlain needing sixteen noble ances- tors, and now what are they doing themselves? Trying to ape it, and exaggerating it to boot! More than sixteen ancestors is sheer snob- bery!
" For His Grace was upset, and therefore it was quite logical for him to express himself in this fashion. Man is indisputably endowed with reason; the problem is only how he uses his reason in the com- pany of others.
His Grace was vexed by the intrusion of "national" elements into the Parallel Campaign, although he himself had brought it about. Various political and social considerations had driven him to it; he himself recognized only "the national populace. " His political friends had advised him: "There's no harm in listening to what they have to say about race and purity and blood-who takes what anyone says seriously anyway? "
"But they're talking about human beings as if they were beasts! " Count Leinsdorfhad objected; he had a Catholic view of human dig- nity, which prevented him from seeing that the principles of the chicken farm and of horse breeding could be equally well applied to God's children, even though he was a great landowner. To this his friends had replied: "Come now, you've no need to brood about it. And anyhow it's probably better than their talking about the good of mankind and all that revolutionary drivel from abroad, as they've been doing. " His Grace had finally seen the light on this point. But His Grace was also vexed because this fellow Feuermaul, whom he had forced Diotima to invite, was merely bringing fresh confusion into the Parallel Campaign and was a disappointment to him. Baron- ess Wayden had praised Feuermaul to the skies, and he had finally yielded to her insistence. "You're quite right," Leinsdorf had conceded. "The way things are going just now, we can easily be ac- cused of Germanizing. And there may be no harm, as you say, in in-
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viting a poet who says that we have to love all mankind. But don't you see, I can't really spring that on Frau Tuzzi! " But the Baroness would not give an inch and must have found new and effective arguments, for at the end of their conversation Leinsdorf had promised to make Diotima invite Feuermaul. "Not that I like doing it," he had said, "but a strong hand does need the right word to get its message across; I must agree with you there. And it's also true that things have been moving too slowly recently; we haven't had the right spirit! "
But now he was dissatisfied. His Grace was far from thinking that other people were stupid, even if he did think himself more intelli- gent than they were, and he could not comprehend why all these intelligent people taken together made such a poor impression on him. Indeed, life as a whole made this impression on him, as though all the intelligence in individuals and in official institutions-among which he was known to count religion and science-somehow added up to a state of total unaccountability. New ideas that one had not heard of before kept popping up, aroused passions, and then van- ished again after running their course; people were always chasing after some leader or another, and stumbling from one superstition to the next, cheering His Majesty one day and giving the most disgust- ing incendiary speeches in Parliament the next, and none of it ever amounted to anything in the end! If this could be miniaturized by a factor of a million and reduced, as it were, to the dimensions of a single head, the result would be precisely the image of the unac- countable, forgetful, ignorant conduct and the demented hopping around that had always been Count Leinsdorf's image of a lunatic, although he had hitherto had little occasion to think about it. Glumly he stood here now, in the midst of the men surrounding him, and reflected that the whole idea of the Parallel Campaign had been to bring out the truth behind all this, and he found himself unable to formulate some vague idea about faith that was there in his mind; all he could feel was something as pleasantly soothing as the shade of a high wall-a church wall, presumably.
"Funny," he said to Ulrich, giving up his thought after a while. "If you look at all this with some detachment, it somehow reminds you of starlings-you know, the way they flock together in autumn in the fruit trees. "
Ulrich had come back after seeing Gerda. Their conversation had
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not lived up to its promising beginning; Gerda had not managed to utter more than brief, laborious answers hacked off from something that stuck like a hard wedge in her breast, while Hans Sepp talked all the more; he had set himself up as her watchdog and let it be known at once that he was not to be intimidated by his decadent surround- ings.
"You don't know the great racial theorist Bremshuber? " he had asked Ulrich.
''Where does he live? " Ulrich had asked.
"In Scharding on the Laa," Hans Sepp had told him.
''What does he do? " Ulrich had asked.
''What difference does that make? " Hans had said. "New people
are coming to the top! He's a druggist. "
Ulrich had said to Gerda: "I hear you're now formally engaged. " And Gerda had replied: "Bremshuber demands the ruthless sup-
pression of all alien races; that's surely less cruel than toleration and contempt! " Her lip had trembled again as she forced out this sen- tence that was so badly patched together from broken bits of thought.
Ulrich had merely looked at her and shaken his head. "I don't un- derstand that," he had said, holding out his hand to say good-bye, and now, standing beside Leinsdorf, he felt as innocent as a star in the infinity of space.
"But if you don't regard it with detachment"-Count Leinsdorf slowly continued his new thought, after a pause-"then it keeps cir- cling around in your head like a dog trying to catch its tail! Now I've let my friends have their way with me," he added, "and I've let the Baroness Wayden have her way, and if you go around listening to what we're saying here, each separate bit sounds quite sensible, but in the nobler spiritual context we're looking for, it sounds really ram- bling and incoherent! "
Around the War Minister and Feuermaul, whom Arnheim had brought over, a group had formed in which Feuermaul was holding forth, loving all mankind, while a second, more distant group was col- lecting around Arnheim, who had moved away; in it Ulrich saw Hans Sepp and Gerda some while later. Feuermaul could be heard pro- claiming: "We don't learn about life by studying it in books, but through kindness. We must believe in life! " Frau Professor Drangsal
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stood ramrod straight behind him and pressed his point home by saying:
"After all, Goethe was no Ph. D. ! "
In her eyes, Feuermaul bore a strong resemblance to Goethe. The War Minister also held himselfvery straight and smiled tenaciously, as he was accustomed to doing when graciously acknowledging the salute of parading troops.
Count Leinsdorf asked Ulrich: "Tell me, who is this Feuermaul? "
"His father owns some factories in Hungary," Ulrich answered. "I think it has something to do with phosphorus, since none of the workers lives past forty. Occupational disease: necrosis of the bone. "
"Hmm, I see, but the son? " Leinsdorfwas unmoved by the factory workers' fate.
"He was slated to go to the university; law, I believe. The father is a self-made man, and he took it hard that his son was not interested in studying. "
'Why wasn't he interested in studying? " Count Leinsdorf per- sisted; he was being very thorough today.
'Who knows? " Ulrich shrugged. "Probably Fathers and Sons. When the father is poor, the sons love money; when Papa has money, the sons love mankind. Hasn't Your Grace heard about the father- son problem in our day? "
"Yes, I've heard about it. But why is Arnheim playing the patron to this young man? Has it anything to do with those oil fields? "
"Your Grace knows about that? " Ulrich exclaimed.
"Of course; I know everything," Leinsdorf said patiently. "But what I still don't understand is this: That people should love each other, and that it takes a firm hand in government to make them do it, is nothing new. So why should it suddenly be a case of either/or? "
Ulrich answered: "Your Grace has always wanted a spontaneous rallying cry arising from the entire nation; this is the form it's bound to take! "
"Oh, that's not true! " Count Leinsdorf disagreed spiritedly, but before he could go on they were interrupted by Stumm von Bard- wehr, coming from the Arnheim group with a burning question for Ulrich.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Your Grace," he said. "But tell me,"
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he turned to Ulrich, "can one really claim that people are motivated entirely by their feelings and never by their reason? "
Ulrich stared at him blankly.
"There's one of those Marxists over there," Stumm explained, "who seems to be claiming that a person's economic substructure entirely determines his ideological superstructure. And there's a psychoanalyst denying it and insisting that the ideological super- structure is entirely the product of man's instinctual substructure. "
"It's not that simple," Ulrich said, hoping to wriggle out of it.
"That's just what I always say! It didn't do me a bit of good, though," the General answered promptly, keeping his eyes fixed on Ulrich. But now Leinsdorf entered the discussion.
"Now there, you see," he said to Ulrich, "is something rather like the question I was about to raise myself. No matter whether the sub- structure is economic or sexual, well, what I wanted to say before is: Why are people so unreliable in their superstructure? You know the common saying that the world is crazy; it is getting all too easy to believe it's true! "
"That's the psychology of the masses, Your Grace," the learned General interposed again. "So far as it applies to the masses it makes sense to me. The masses are moved only by their instincts, and of course that means by those instincts most individuals have in common; that's logical. That's to say, it's illogical, of course. The masses are illogical; they only use logic for window dressing. What they really let themselves be guided by is simply and solely sugges- tion! Give me the newspapers, the radio, the film industry, and maybe a few other avenues of cultural communication, and within a few years-as my friend Ulrich once said-I promise I'll turn people into cannibals! That's precisely why mankind needs strong leadership, as Your Grace knows far better than I do. But that even highly cultivated individuals are not motivated by logic in some cir- cumstances is something I find it hard to believe, though Amheim says so. "
What on earth could Ulrich have offered his friend by way of support in this scattered debate? Like a bunch of weeds an angler catches on his hook instead of a fish, the General's question was baited with a tangled bunch of theories. Does a man follow only his
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feelings, doing, feeling, even thinking only that to which he is moved by unconscious currents of desire, or even by the milder breeze of pleasure, as we now assume? Or does he not rather act on the basis of reasoned thought and will, as we also widely as- sume? Does he primarily follow certain instincts, such as the sexual instinct, as we assume? Or is it above all not the sexual instinct that dominates, but rather the psychological effect of economic condi- tions, as we also assume today? A creature as complicated as man can be seen from many different angles, and whatever one chooses as the axis in the theoretical picture one gets only partial truths, from whose interpretation the level oftruth slowly rises higher-or does it? Whenever a partial truth has been regarded as the only valid one, there has been a high price to pay. On the other hand, this partial truth would hardly have been discovered if it had not been overestimated. In this fashion the history of truth and the his- tory of feeling are variously linked, but that of feeling remains ob- scure. Indeed, to Ulrich's way of thinking it was no history at all, but a wild jumble. Funny, for instance, that the religious ideas, meaning the passionate ideas, of the Middle Ages about the nature of man were based on a strong faith in man's reason and his will, while today many scholars, whose only passion is smoking too much, consider the emotions as the basis for all human activity. Such were the thoughts going through Ulrich's head, and he natu- rally did not feel like saying anything in response to the oratory of Stumm, who was in any case not waiting for an answer but only cooling off a bit before returning to Arnheim's group.
"Count Leinsdorf," Ulrich said mildly. "Do you remember my old suggestion to establish a General Secretariat for all those problems that need the soul as much as the mind for a solution? "
"Indeed I do," Leinsdorf replied. "I remember telling His Emi- nence about it, and his hearty laugh. But he did say that you had come too late! "
"And yet it's the very thing you were feeling the lack of, Your Grace," Ulrich continued. "You notice that the world no longer remembers today what it wanted yesterday, that its mood keeps changing for no perceptible reason, that it's in a constant uproar and never resolves anything, and ifwe imagined all this chaos of human- ity brought together in a single head, we'd have a really unmistakable
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case of recognizable pathological symptoms that one would count as mental insufficiency. . . . "
"Absolutely right! " cried Stumm von Bordwehr, whose pride in everything he had learned that afternoon had welled up again. "That's precisely the configuration of . . . well, I can't think of the name of that mental disease at the moment, but that's it exactly! "
"No," Ulrich said with a smile. "It's surely not the description of any specific disease; the difference between a normal person and an insane one is precisely that the normal person has all the diseases of the mind, while the madman has only one! "
"Brilliantly put! " Stumm and Leinsdorf cried as with one voice, though in slightly different words, and then added in the same way: "But what does that mean exactly? "
"It means this," Ulrich stated. "If I understand by morality the or- dering of all those interrelations that include feeling, imagination, and the like, each of these takes its relative position from the others and in that way attains some sort of stability; but all of them together, in moral terms, don't get beyond the state of delusion! "
"Come, that's going too far," Count Leinsdorf said good- naturedly. And the General said: "But surely every man has to have his own morals; you can't order anyone to prefer a cat tQ a dog . . . ? "
"Can one prescribe it, Your Grace? " Ulrich asked intently.
'Well, in the old days," Count Leinsdorf said diplomatically, al- though he had been challenged in his religious conviction that "the truth" existed in every sphere. "It was easier in the old days. But today . . . ? "
"Then that leaves us in a permanent state of religious war," Ulrich pointed out.
"You call that a religious war? "
'What else? "
"Hmm . . . not bad. Quite a good characterization of modem life.
Incidentally, I always knew that there's not such a bad Catholic se- cretly tucked away inside you. "
'Tm a very bad one," Ulrich said. "I don't believe that God has been here yet, but that He is still to come. But only if we pave the way for Him more than we have so far! "
His Grace rejected this with the dignified words: "That's over my head. "
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The General, however, cried: ''I'm afraid I must get back to His Ex- cellency the Minister at once, but you absolutely will have to explain all that to m e - l won't let you off! I'll join you gentlemen again soon, ifI may. "
Leinsdorf gave the impression of wanting to say something-his mind was clearly hard at work-but he and Ulrich had hardly been left alone for a moment when they found themselves surrounded by people borne toward them by the constant circulation ~fthe guests and the charisma of His Grace. There could, of course, be no more talk about what Ulrich had just said, and no one besides him was giving it a thought, when an arm slipped into his from behind; it was Agathe.
"Have you found grounds for my defense yet? " she asked in a maliciously caressing tone.
Ulrich took a grip on her arm and drew her aside from the crowd around them.
"Can't we go home? " Agathe asked.
"No," Ulrich said. "I can't leave yet. "
"I suppose," she teased him, "that times to come, for whose sake
you're keeping yourself pure here, won't let you go? "
Ulrich pressed her arm.
"Isn't it greatly in my favor that I don't belong here but in jail? "
she whispered in his ear.
They looked for a place where they could be alone. The party had
reached the boiling point and was impelling the guests to constantly circulate. On the whole, however, the twofold grouping was still dis- tinguishable: around the Minister of War the talk was of peace and love, and around Amheim, at the moment, about how the German love of peace flourished best in the shadow of German power.
Amheim lent a benevolent ear to this, because he never snubbed
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an honest opinion and was especially interested in new ones. He was worried that the deal for the oil fields might run into opposition in Parliament. He was certain of the unavoidable opposition of the Slavic contingent, and hoped he could count on the pro-German fac- tion to support him. On the Ministry level all seemed to be going well, except for a certain antagonism in the Ministry of Foreign Af- fairs, but he did not regard this as particularly significant. Tomorrow he was going to Budapest.
There were plenty of hostile "observers" around him and other leading personages. They were easily spotted in that they always said yes to everything and were unfailingly polite, while the others tended to have different opinions.
Tuzzi was trying to win one of them over by asserting: "What they're saying doesn't mean a thing. It never means anything! " His listener, a member of Parliament, believed him. But this did not change his mind, made up before he had come, that something fishy was going on here.
His Grace, on the other hand, spoke up on behalf of the evening's seriousness by saying to another skeptic: "My dear sir, ever since 1848 even the revolutions have been brought about by nothing more than a lot of talk! "
It would be wrong to regard such differences as no more than ac- ceptable variants on the otherwise usual monotony of life; and yet this error, with all its grave consequences, occurs almost as fre- quently as the expression "It's a matter of feeling," without which our mental economy would be unthinkable. This indispensable phrase divides what must be in life from what can be.
"It sets apart," Ulrich said to Agathe, "the given order of things from a private, personal preserve. It separates what has been ratio- nalized from what is held to be irrational. As commonly used, it is an admission that we are forced to be humane on major counts, but being humane on minor counts is suspiciously arbitrary. We think life would be a prison ifwe were not free to choose between wine or water, religion or atheism, but nobody believes in the least that we have any real option in matters of feeling; on the contrary, we draw a line, ambiguous though it may be, between legitimate and illegiti- mate feelings. "
The feelings between Ulrich and Agathe were of the illegitimate
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kind, although they did no more than talk about the party as, still arm in arm, they looked in vain for a private comer, while experiencing a wild and unacknowledged joy in being reunited after their estrange- ment.
'Til be along later," Ulrich promised.
"Please do," Fischel urged, and fell silent. Then he whispered: "Isn't that our host? Won't you introduce me? We haven't had the opportunity. We don't know either him or her. "
But when Ulrich made a move in that direction, Fischel held him back. "And how is the great philosopher? What's he up to? " he asked. "My wife and Gerda are of course mad about him. But what's this about the oil fields? The word now is that it was a false rumor, but I don't believe it. They always deny it! You know, it's the same as when my wife is annoyed with a maid, then I keep hearing that the maid is untruthful, immoral, impertinent-nothing but defects of character, you see? But when I quietly promise the girl a raise, just to have peace in the house, then her character suddenly disappears. No more talk about character, everything's suddenly in order, and my wife doesn't know why. Isn't it always like that? There's too much economic probability in those oil fields for the denials to be be- lieved. "
And because Ulrich held his peace, while Fischel wanted to return to his wife as the glorious bearer of inside information, he began once more:
"One has to admit it's very nice here. But my wife would like to know what all the strange talk is about. And who is this Feuermaul
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anyway? " he added. "Gerda says he's a great poet; Hans Sepp says he's nothing but a careerist who's taken everyone in! "
Ulrich allowed that the truth probably lay somewhere in between.
"Now, that's well put! " Fischel said gratefully. "The truth always lies somewhere in between, which everyone forgets nowadays, they're all so extreme! I keep telling Hans Sepp that everyone's enti- tled to his opinions, but the only opinions that count are the ones that enable you to earn a living, because that means that other people appreciate your opinions too! "
There had been an impalpable but important change in Leo Fischel, but Ulrich unfortunately passed up the opportunity to look into it and merely hastened to leave Gerda's father with the group around Section Chief Tuzzi. Here Stumm von Bordwehr had mean- while grown eloquent, frustrated at his inability to pin Ulrich down, and so highly charged with things to say that they burst out by the shortest path.
"How to account for this gathering tonight? " he cried, reiterating Hofrat Schwung's question. "I would assert, in the same judicious spirit in which it was asked: Not at all! I'm not joking, gentlemen," he went on, not without a touch of pride. "This very afternoon I hap- pened to ask a young lady whom I had to show around the psychiatric clinic of our University what it was she was actually interested in see- ing, so we could explain it properly, and she gave me a very witty answer, exceptionally thought-provoking. What she said was: 'If we stop to explain everything, we will never change anything in the world. '"
Schwung shook his head in disapproval.
"What she meant by that I don't really know"-Stumm defended himself-"and I won't take responsibility for it, but you can't help feeling there is some truth in it. You see, I am, for instance, indebted to my friend here"-he gave a polite nod in Ulrich's direction- "who has so often given His Grace, and thereby the Parallel Cam- paign too, the benefit of his thoughts, for a great deal of instruction. But what is taking shape here tonight is a certain distaste for instruc- tion. Which brings me back to my first assertion. "
"But isn't what you want . . . ? " Tuzzi. said. "I mean, the word is that colleagues from the War Ministry hope to stimulate a patriotic decision here, a collection of public funds or some such thing, in
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order to bring our artillery up to strength. Naturally, a mere token demonstration, just to put some pressure on Parliament through public opinion. ''
"That is certainly my understanding of some things I've heard to- night! " Hofrat Schwung concurred.
"It's much more complicated, Herr Section Chief," the General said.
"And what about Dr. Arnheim? " Tuzzi. said bluntly. "If I may be quite candid: Are you sure that Arnheim wants nothing more than the Galician oil fields, which are tied up, as it were, with the artillery problem? "
"I can only speak of myself and my part in it, Section Chief," Stumm said, warding him off, then repeated: "And it's all much more complicated! "
"Naturally it's more complicated," Tuzzi. said, smiling.
"Of course we need the guns," the General said, warming to the subject, "and it may indeed be advantageous to work with Arnheim along the lines you suggest. But I repeat that I can only speak from my point of view as a cultural officer, and as such I put it to you: 'What's the use of cannons without the spirit to go with them? '"
"And why, in that case, was so much importance attached to bring- ing in Herr Feuermaul? '' Tuzzi. asked ironically. "That is defeatism pure and simple! "
"Permit me to disagree," the General said firmly, "but that is the spirit of the times! Nowadays the spirit of the times has two separate currents. His Grace-he's standing over there with the Minister; I've just come from talking with them-His Grace, for instance, says that the call has to go out for action, that's what the times demand. And in fact people are much less enchanted with the great idea of humanity than they were, say, a hundred years ago. On the other hand, there is of course something to be said for the point of view of loving man- kind, but about that His Grace says that those who do not want what is good for them must in certain circumstances be forced to accept it! So His Grace is in favor of the one current, but without turning his back on the other. "
"I don't quite follow that," Professor Schwung demurred.
"It's not easy to follow," Stumm readily admitted. "Suppose we go back to the point that I see two currents at work in the mind of our
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period. The one states that man is good by nature, when he is left to himself, as it were--"
"How do you mean good? '' Schwung interrupted. 'Who can possi- bly think in such nai've terms nowadays? We're not living in the world of eighteenth-century idealism! "
'Well, I don't know about that. " The General sounded rather net- tled. "Just think of the pacifists, the vegetarians, the enemies of violence, the back-to-nature people, the anti-intellectuals, the con- scientious objectors-! can't call them all to mind offhand-and all the people who put their faith in mankind, as it were; they all form one big current. But ifyou prefer," he added in that obliging way he had that made him so likable, "we can just as easily start out from the opposite point of view. Suppose we start with the fact that people must be regimented because they never do the right thing of their own accord; we might find it easier to agree on that. The masses need a strong hand, they need leaders who can be tough with them and don't just talk; in a word, they need to be guided by the spirit of action. Human society consists, as it were, of only a small number of volunteers, who also have the necessary training, and of millions without any higher ambitions, who seiVe only because they must. Isn't that so, roughly speaking? And because experience has gradu- ally forced us to recognize this fact even here in our campaign, the first current-for what I've just been talking about is the second cur- rent-the first current, I say, is alarmed at the possibility that the great idea of love and faith in mankind might get lost altogether. Hence there were forces at work, you see, that have sent Feuer- maul into our midst to save what can still be saved at the eleventh hour. Which makes it all much easier to understand than we first thought, no? "
"And what's going to happen then? '' Tuzzi wanted to know.
"Nothing, I imagine," Stumm replied. 'We've had lots ofcurrents in the campaign by now. "
"But there's an intolerable contradiction between your two cur- rents," protested Professor Schwung, who as a jurist could not bear such ambiguity.
"Not ifyou look at it closely," Stumm countered. "The one current is of course also in favor of loving mankind, provided you change it first by force. They differ on a technicality, you might say. "
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Now Director Fischel spoke up: "As a latecomer to the discussion, I'm afraid I don't have a complete picture. But if I mafsay so, it seems to me that respect for humanity is basically on a higher level than its opposite. This evening I've heard some incredible senti- ments-not representative of this gathering, I'm sure, but still-in- credible sentiments about people of different convictions and above all of differing nationalities. " With his chin clean-shaven between muttonchop whiskers and his tilted pince-nez, he looked like an En- glish lord upholding the freedom of humanity and free trade; he did not mention that the disreputable sentiments in question were those of Hans Sepp, his prospective son-in-law, who was in his element in "the second current" of our times.
"Savage sentiments? " the General asked helpfully. "Extraordinarily savage," Fischel confinned.
"Could they have been talking about 'toughening up'? It's easy to
misconstrue that kind of talk," Stumm said.
"No, no," Fischel exclaimed. "Utterly nihilistic, positively revolu-
tionary views! Perhaps you're out of touch with our rebellious younger generation, Herr Major General. I'm surprised that such people are admitted here at all. "
"Revolutionary views? '' Stumm asked, not at all pleased, and smil- ing in as chilly a manner as his plump face would allow. ''I'm afraid I must admit, Herr Direktor, that I'm by no means an out-and-out op- ponent of revolutionary views. Short of an actual revolution, of course. There's often a good deal of idealism in that sort of thing. And as for admitting them here, our campaign, which is intended to draw the whole country together, has no right to turn away construc- tive forces, in whatever mode they may express themselves! "
Leo Fischel was silent. Professor Schwung was not much inter- ested in the views of a dignitary who was outside the ranks of the civilian bureaucracy. Tuzzi had been dreaming: "first current . . . sec- ond current. " It reminded him of two similar expressions, "first res- eiVoir . . . second reseiVoir," but he could not remember them precisely, or the conversation with Ulrich in which they had come up; yet it stirred in him an incomprehensible jealousy of his wife, which was connected to this harmless General by intangible links he could not begin to disentangle. Awakened to reality by the silence, he
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wanted to show the representative of the military that he was not to be sidetracked by digressions.
"All in all, General," he began, "the military party wants-"
"But, my dear Section Chief, there is no military party! " Stumm immediately broke in. "People are always talking about a military party, but by its very nature the military is above party! "
"Let's say the military hierarchy, then," Tuzzi replied, chafing at the interruption. "You were saying that what the army needs is not just guns but the spirit to go with them; by what spirit will you be pleased to have your guns loaded? ''
"That's going too far, Section Chiefl" Stumm protested. "It all started with my being asked to explain tonight's gathering to these gentlemen, and I said one really couldn't explain anything; that's all I'm taking my stand on! Ifthe spirit ofthe times really has two such currents as I have described, neither of them favors 'explanation'; today we favor instinctual energies, dark forces in the blood, and the like. I certainly don't go along with that, but there's something in it! "
At these words Fischel began to fume again, finding it immoral for the military to even consider making terms with the anti-Semites in order to get their guns.
"Come now, Herr Director," Stumm tried to pacify him. "In the first place, a little anti-Semitism more or less hardly matters when people are already so anti to begin with: the Germans anti the Czechs and the Magyars, the Czechs anti the Magyars and the Ger- mans, and so on, everybody against everybody else. Second, if any- one has always been international, it has been the Austrian Army Officers Corps: you need only look at the many Italian, French, Scot- tish, and Lord knows what other names; we even have an Infantry General von Kohn, he's a corps commandant in Olmiitz! "
"All the same, I'm afraid you've bitten off more than you can chew," Tuzzi broke in on this diversion. "You're both internationalist and war-minded, but you want to deal with the nationalist move- ments and the pacifists as well: that's almost more than a professional diplomat could manage. Conducting military politics with pacifism is the task confronting the greatest diplomatic experts in Europe at this moment! "
"But we're not at all the ones who are playing politics! " Stumm
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protested again, in a tone of weary complaint over so much misun- derstanding. "His Grace simply wanted to give capital and culture one last chance to join forces-that's the whole reason for this eve- ning. Of course, if the civilian sector can't come to some kind of ac- cord, we would find ourselves in a position-"
"In what position? That would be interesting to hear, indeed! " Tuzzi cried, a bit too eager to fan the flame.
'Well, in a difficult position, ofcourse," Stumm said with caution and modesty.
While the four gentlemen were engaged in this discussion, Ulrich had long since unobtrusively slipped away to find Gerda, giving a wide berth to the group around His Grace and the Minister to avoid a summons from that quarter.
He caught sight of her from some way off, sitting by the wall be- side her mother, who was gazing stiffly into the salon. Hans Sepp was standing at her other side, with an uneasy, defiant look. Since her last miserable encounter with Ulrich, Gerda had grown even thinner, looking more barren offeminine charms the closer he came, and yet, by the same measure, more banefully attractive, her head on those slack shoulders standing out against the room. When she caught sight of Ulrich her face flushed scarlet, only to tum paler than ever, and she made an involuntary movement with her upper body like someone with a sharp pain in the heart who is somehow unable to press a hand to the spot. He had a fleeting vision of the scene when, wildly intent on his animal advantage in having aroused her physi- cally, he had abused her confusion. There that body was sitting, visi- ble to him beneath her dress, receiving orders from her humiliated will to hold itself proudly high, but trembling the while. Gerda was not angry at him, he could see, but she wanted to be done with him at all costs. He unobtrusively slowed down, trying to savor this to the full, and this sensuous tarrying seemed in keeping with the relation- ship between these two people, who could never quite come to- gether. When Ulrich was very close to her, aware of nothing now but the quivering in the uplifted face awaiting him, he felt in passing something weightless, like a shadow or a gust ofwarmth; and he per- ceived Bonadea, who had passed by him in silence but hardly with- out intent, and in all probability had been following him. He bowed to her. The world is beautiful ifone takes it as it is: For a second the
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naive contrast between the voluptuous and the meager, as expressed in these two women, loomed as large to him as that between pasture and rock at the timberline, and he felt himself stepping down from the Parallel Campaign, even though with a guilty smile. When Gerda saw this smile slowly sinking down toward her outstretched hand, her eyelids quivered.
At this moment Diotima noticed that Arnheim was taking young Feuermaul to meet His Grace and the War Minister, and, skilled tac- tician that she was, she thwarted all encounters by ordering the ser- vants in with trays of refreshments.
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Such conversations as those just reported went on by the dozen, and they all had something in common, which is not easy to describe but that cannot be passed over if one lacks Privy Councillor Mese- ritscher's flair for giving a dazzling account of a party just by making lists: who was there, wearing what, and saying this and that-all those things that are, in fact, considered by many to be the truest narrative art. So Friedel Feuermaul was not really being a miserable toady, which he never was, but merely flnding the right word for the time and place when he said of Meseritscher, while standing in front of him: "He's really the Homer of our era! No, I mean it," he added, when Meseritscher tried to brush it off. "That epic, imperturbable 'and' with which you link all persons and events strikes me as having real greatness! " He had got hold of Meseritscher because the editor of the Parliamentary and Social Gazette had been reluctant to leave without paying his respects to Arnheim; but this still did not get Feuermaul's name into print "among those present. "
Without going into the flner distinctions between idiots and cre- tins, suffice it to say that an idiot ofa certain degree is not up to form-
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ing the concept "parents," even though he has no trouble with the idea of "father and mother. " This same simple additive, "and," was Meseritscher's device for relating social phenomena to one another. Another point about idiots is that in the basic concreteness of their thinking they have something that is generally agreed to appeal to the emotions in a mysterious way; and poets appeal directly to the emotions in very much the same way, insofar as their minds run to palpable realities. And so, when Friedel Feuermaul addressed Mese- ritscher as a poet, he could just as well-that is, out of the same ob- scure, hovering feeling, which, in his case, was also tantamount to a sudden illumination-have called him an idiot, in a way that would have had considerable significance for all mankind. For the element common to both is a mental condition that cannot be spanned by far-reaching concepts, or refined by distinctions and abstractions, a mental state of the crudest pattern, expressed most clearly in the way it limits itself to the simplest of coordinating conjunctions, the help- lessly additive "and," which for those of meager mental capacity re- places more intricate relationships; and it may be said that our world, regardless of all its intellectual riches, is in a mental condition akin to idiocy; indeed, there is no avoiding this conclusion if one tries to grasp as a totality what is going on in the world.
Not that those who are the first to propound or who come to share such a view have a monopoly on intelligence! It simply doesn't de- pend in the least on the individual, or on the pursuits he is engaged in-and which were indeed being engaged in, with more or with less shrewdness, by all those who had come to Diotima's on this evening. For when General Stumm von Bordwehr, for instance, during the pause caused by the arrival of refreshments, got into a conversation with His Grace in the course of which he argued in a genially obsti- nate and respectfully daring tone: 'With all due respect, Your Grace, permit me to disagree most strongly; there is more than mere pre- sumption in people who are proud of their race; there is also some- thing appealingly aristocratic! " he knew precisely what he meant by these words, but not so precisely what he conveyed by them, for such civilities are wrapped in an extra something that is like a pair of thick gloves in which one must struggle to pick up a single match out of a full box. And Leo Fischel, who had not budged from Stumm's side
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after he noticed that the General was moving impatiently toward His Grace, added:
"People must be judged not by their race but on their merit! "
What His Grace replied was logical; disregarding Director Fischel, who had only just been introduced to him, he answered Stumm:
"What does the middle class need race for? They've always been up in arms about a court chamberlain needing sixteen noble ances- tors, and now what are they doing themselves? Trying to ape it, and exaggerating it to boot! More than sixteen ancestors is sheer snob- bery!
" For His Grace was upset, and therefore it was quite logical for him to express himself in this fashion. Man is indisputably endowed with reason; the problem is only how he uses his reason in the com- pany of others.
His Grace was vexed by the intrusion of "national" elements into the Parallel Campaign, although he himself had brought it about. Various political and social considerations had driven him to it; he himself recognized only "the national populace. " His political friends had advised him: "There's no harm in listening to what they have to say about race and purity and blood-who takes what anyone says seriously anyway? "
"But they're talking about human beings as if they were beasts! " Count Leinsdorfhad objected; he had a Catholic view of human dig- nity, which prevented him from seeing that the principles of the chicken farm and of horse breeding could be equally well applied to God's children, even though he was a great landowner. To this his friends had replied: "Come now, you've no need to brood about it. And anyhow it's probably better than their talking about the good of mankind and all that revolutionary drivel from abroad, as they've been doing. " His Grace had finally seen the light on this point. But His Grace was also vexed because this fellow Feuermaul, whom he had forced Diotima to invite, was merely bringing fresh confusion into the Parallel Campaign and was a disappointment to him. Baron- ess Wayden had praised Feuermaul to the skies, and he had finally yielded to her insistence. "You're quite right," Leinsdorf had conceded. "The way things are going just now, we can easily be ac- cused of Germanizing. And there may be no harm, as you say, in in-
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viting a poet who says that we have to love all mankind. But don't you see, I can't really spring that on Frau Tuzzi! " But the Baroness would not give an inch and must have found new and effective arguments, for at the end of their conversation Leinsdorf had promised to make Diotima invite Feuermaul. "Not that I like doing it," he had said, "but a strong hand does need the right word to get its message across; I must agree with you there. And it's also true that things have been moving too slowly recently; we haven't had the right spirit! "
But now he was dissatisfied. His Grace was far from thinking that other people were stupid, even if he did think himself more intelli- gent than they were, and he could not comprehend why all these intelligent people taken together made such a poor impression on him. Indeed, life as a whole made this impression on him, as though all the intelligence in individuals and in official institutions-among which he was known to count religion and science-somehow added up to a state of total unaccountability. New ideas that one had not heard of before kept popping up, aroused passions, and then van- ished again after running their course; people were always chasing after some leader or another, and stumbling from one superstition to the next, cheering His Majesty one day and giving the most disgust- ing incendiary speeches in Parliament the next, and none of it ever amounted to anything in the end! If this could be miniaturized by a factor of a million and reduced, as it were, to the dimensions of a single head, the result would be precisely the image of the unac- countable, forgetful, ignorant conduct and the demented hopping around that had always been Count Leinsdorf's image of a lunatic, although he had hitherto had little occasion to think about it. Glumly he stood here now, in the midst of the men surrounding him, and reflected that the whole idea of the Parallel Campaign had been to bring out the truth behind all this, and he found himself unable to formulate some vague idea about faith that was there in his mind; all he could feel was something as pleasantly soothing as the shade of a high wall-a church wall, presumably.
"Funny," he said to Ulrich, giving up his thought after a while. "If you look at all this with some detachment, it somehow reminds you of starlings-you know, the way they flock together in autumn in the fruit trees. "
Ulrich had come back after seeing Gerda. Their conversation had
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not lived up to its promising beginning; Gerda had not managed to utter more than brief, laborious answers hacked off from something that stuck like a hard wedge in her breast, while Hans Sepp talked all the more; he had set himself up as her watchdog and let it be known at once that he was not to be intimidated by his decadent surround- ings.
"You don't know the great racial theorist Bremshuber? " he had asked Ulrich.
''Where does he live? " Ulrich had asked.
"In Scharding on the Laa," Hans Sepp had told him.
''What does he do? " Ulrich had asked.
''What difference does that make? " Hans had said. "New people
are coming to the top! He's a druggist. "
Ulrich had said to Gerda: "I hear you're now formally engaged. " And Gerda had replied: "Bremshuber demands the ruthless sup-
pression of all alien races; that's surely less cruel than toleration and contempt! " Her lip had trembled again as she forced out this sen- tence that was so badly patched together from broken bits of thought.
Ulrich had merely looked at her and shaken his head. "I don't un- derstand that," he had said, holding out his hand to say good-bye, and now, standing beside Leinsdorf, he felt as innocent as a star in the infinity of space.
"But if you don't regard it with detachment"-Count Leinsdorf slowly continued his new thought, after a pause-"then it keeps cir- cling around in your head like a dog trying to catch its tail! Now I've let my friends have their way with me," he added, "and I've let the Baroness Wayden have her way, and if you go around listening to what we're saying here, each separate bit sounds quite sensible, but in the nobler spiritual context we're looking for, it sounds really ram- bling and incoherent! "
Around the War Minister and Feuermaul, whom Arnheim had brought over, a group had formed in which Feuermaul was holding forth, loving all mankind, while a second, more distant group was col- lecting around Arnheim, who had moved away; in it Ulrich saw Hans Sepp and Gerda some while later. Feuermaul could be heard pro- claiming: "We don't learn about life by studying it in books, but through kindness. We must believe in life! " Frau Professor Drangsal
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stood ramrod straight behind him and pressed his point home by saying:
"After all, Goethe was no Ph. D. ! "
In her eyes, Feuermaul bore a strong resemblance to Goethe. The War Minister also held himselfvery straight and smiled tenaciously, as he was accustomed to doing when graciously acknowledging the salute of parading troops.
Count Leinsdorf asked Ulrich: "Tell me, who is this Feuermaul? "
"His father owns some factories in Hungary," Ulrich answered. "I think it has something to do with phosphorus, since none of the workers lives past forty. Occupational disease: necrosis of the bone. "
"Hmm, I see, but the son? " Leinsdorfwas unmoved by the factory workers' fate.
"He was slated to go to the university; law, I believe. The father is a self-made man, and he took it hard that his son was not interested in studying. "
'Why wasn't he interested in studying? " Count Leinsdorf per- sisted; he was being very thorough today.
'Who knows? " Ulrich shrugged. "Probably Fathers and Sons. When the father is poor, the sons love money; when Papa has money, the sons love mankind. Hasn't Your Grace heard about the father- son problem in our day? "
"Yes, I've heard about it. But why is Arnheim playing the patron to this young man? Has it anything to do with those oil fields? "
"Your Grace knows about that? " Ulrich exclaimed.
"Of course; I know everything," Leinsdorf said patiently. "But what I still don't understand is this: That people should love each other, and that it takes a firm hand in government to make them do it, is nothing new. So why should it suddenly be a case of either/or? "
Ulrich answered: "Your Grace has always wanted a spontaneous rallying cry arising from the entire nation; this is the form it's bound to take! "
"Oh, that's not true! " Count Leinsdorf disagreed spiritedly, but before he could go on they were interrupted by Stumm von Bard- wehr, coming from the Arnheim group with a burning question for Ulrich.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Your Grace," he said. "But tell me,"
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he turned to Ulrich, "can one really claim that people are motivated entirely by their feelings and never by their reason? "
Ulrich stared at him blankly.
"There's one of those Marxists over there," Stumm explained, "who seems to be claiming that a person's economic substructure entirely determines his ideological superstructure. And there's a psychoanalyst denying it and insisting that the ideological super- structure is entirely the product of man's instinctual substructure. "
"It's not that simple," Ulrich said, hoping to wriggle out of it.
"That's just what I always say! It didn't do me a bit of good, though," the General answered promptly, keeping his eyes fixed on Ulrich. But now Leinsdorf entered the discussion.
"Now there, you see," he said to Ulrich, "is something rather like the question I was about to raise myself. No matter whether the sub- structure is economic or sexual, well, what I wanted to say before is: Why are people so unreliable in their superstructure? You know the common saying that the world is crazy; it is getting all too easy to believe it's true! "
"That's the psychology of the masses, Your Grace," the learned General interposed again. "So far as it applies to the masses it makes sense to me. The masses are moved only by their instincts, and of course that means by those instincts most individuals have in common; that's logical. That's to say, it's illogical, of course. The masses are illogical; they only use logic for window dressing. What they really let themselves be guided by is simply and solely sugges- tion! Give me the newspapers, the radio, the film industry, and maybe a few other avenues of cultural communication, and within a few years-as my friend Ulrich once said-I promise I'll turn people into cannibals! That's precisely why mankind needs strong leadership, as Your Grace knows far better than I do. But that even highly cultivated individuals are not motivated by logic in some cir- cumstances is something I find it hard to believe, though Amheim says so. "
What on earth could Ulrich have offered his friend by way of support in this scattered debate? Like a bunch of weeds an angler catches on his hook instead of a fish, the General's question was baited with a tangled bunch of theories. Does a man follow only his
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feelings, doing, feeling, even thinking only that to which he is moved by unconscious currents of desire, or even by the milder breeze of pleasure, as we now assume? Or does he not rather act on the basis of reasoned thought and will, as we also widely as- sume? Does he primarily follow certain instincts, such as the sexual instinct, as we assume? Or is it above all not the sexual instinct that dominates, but rather the psychological effect of economic condi- tions, as we also assume today? A creature as complicated as man can be seen from many different angles, and whatever one chooses as the axis in the theoretical picture one gets only partial truths, from whose interpretation the level oftruth slowly rises higher-or does it? Whenever a partial truth has been regarded as the only valid one, there has been a high price to pay. On the other hand, this partial truth would hardly have been discovered if it had not been overestimated. In this fashion the history of truth and the his- tory of feeling are variously linked, but that of feeling remains ob- scure. Indeed, to Ulrich's way of thinking it was no history at all, but a wild jumble. Funny, for instance, that the religious ideas, meaning the passionate ideas, of the Middle Ages about the nature of man were based on a strong faith in man's reason and his will, while today many scholars, whose only passion is smoking too much, consider the emotions as the basis for all human activity. Such were the thoughts going through Ulrich's head, and he natu- rally did not feel like saying anything in response to the oratory of Stumm, who was in any case not waiting for an answer but only cooling off a bit before returning to Arnheim's group.
"Count Leinsdorf," Ulrich said mildly. "Do you remember my old suggestion to establish a General Secretariat for all those problems that need the soul as much as the mind for a solution? "
"Indeed I do," Leinsdorf replied. "I remember telling His Emi- nence about it, and his hearty laugh. But he did say that you had come too late! "
"And yet it's the very thing you were feeling the lack of, Your Grace," Ulrich continued. "You notice that the world no longer remembers today what it wanted yesterday, that its mood keeps changing for no perceptible reason, that it's in a constant uproar and never resolves anything, and ifwe imagined all this chaos of human- ity brought together in a single head, we'd have a really unmistakable
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case of recognizable pathological symptoms that one would count as mental insufficiency. . . . "
"Absolutely right! " cried Stumm von Bordwehr, whose pride in everything he had learned that afternoon had welled up again. "That's precisely the configuration of . . . well, I can't think of the name of that mental disease at the moment, but that's it exactly! "
"No," Ulrich said with a smile. "It's surely not the description of any specific disease; the difference between a normal person and an insane one is precisely that the normal person has all the diseases of the mind, while the madman has only one! "
"Brilliantly put! " Stumm and Leinsdorf cried as with one voice, though in slightly different words, and then added in the same way: "But what does that mean exactly? "
"It means this," Ulrich stated. "If I understand by morality the or- dering of all those interrelations that include feeling, imagination, and the like, each of these takes its relative position from the others and in that way attains some sort of stability; but all of them together, in moral terms, don't get beyond the state of delusion! "
"Come, that's going too far," Count Leinsdorf said good- naturedly. And the General said: "But surely every man has to have his own morals; you can't order anyone to prefer a cat tQ a dog . . . ? "
"Can one prescribe it, Your Grace? " Ulrich asked intently.
'Well, in the old days," Count Leinsdorf said diplomatically, al- though he had been challenged in his religious conviction that "the truth" existed in every sphere. "It was easier in the old days. But today . . . ? "
"Then that leaves us in a permanent state of religious war," Ulrich pointed out.
"You call that a religious war? "
'What else? "
"Hmm . . . not bad. Quite a good characterization of modem life.
Incidentally, I always knew that there's not such a bad Catholic se- cretly tucked away inside you. "
'Tm a very bad one," Ulrich said. "I don't believe that God has been here yet, but that He is still to come. But only if we pave the way for Him more than we have so far! "
His Grace rejected this with the dignified words: "That's over my head. "
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The General, however, cried: ''I'm afraid I must get back to His Ex- cellency the Minister at once, but you absolutely will have to explain all that to m e - l won't let you off! I'll join you gentlemen again soon, ifI may. "
Leinsdorf gave the impression of wanting to say something-his mind was clearly hard at work-but he and Ulrich had hardly been left alone for a moment when they found themselves surrounded by people borne toward them by the constant circulation ~fthe guests and the charisma of His Grace. There could, of course, be no more talk about what Ulrich had just said, and no one besides him was giving it a thought, when an arm slipped into his from behind; it was Agathe.
"Have you found grounds for my defense yet? " she asked in a maliciously caressing tone.
Ulrich took a grip on her arm and drew her aside from the crowd around them.
"Can't we go home? " Agathe asked.
"No," Ulrich said. "I can't leave yet. "
"I suppose," she teased him, "that times to come, for whose sake
you're keeping yourself pure here, won't let you go? "
Ulrich pressed her arm.
"Isn't it greatly in my favor that I don't belong here but in jail? "
she whispered in his ear.
They looked for a place where they could be alone. The party had
reached the boiling point and was impelling the guests to constantly circulate. On the whole, however, the twofold grouping was still dis- tinguishable: around the Minister of War the talk was of peace and love, and around Amheim, at the moment, about how the German love of peace flourished best in the shadow of German power.
Amheim lent a benevolent ear to this, because he never snubbed
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an honest opinion and was especially interested in new ones. He was worried that the deal for the oil fields might run into opposition in Parliament. He was certain of the unavoidable opposition of the Slavic contingent, and hoped he could count on the pro-German fac- tion to support him. On the Ministry level all seemed to be going well, except for a certain antagonism in the Ministry of Foreign Af- fairs, but he did not regard this as particularly significant. Tomorrow he was going to Budapest.
There were plenty of hostile "observers" around him and other leading personages. They were easily spotted in that they always said yes to everything and were unfailingly polite, while the others tended to have different opinions.
Tuzzi was trying to win one of them over by asserting: "What they're saying doesn't mean a thing. It never means anything! " His listener, a member of Parliament, believed him. But this did not change his mind, made up before he had come, that something fishy was going on here.
His Grace, on the other hand, spoke up on behalf of the evening's seriousness by saying to another skeptic: "My dear sir, ever since 1848 even the revolutions have been brought about by nothing more than a lot of talk! "
It would be wrong to regard such differences as no more than ac- ceptable variants on the otherwise usual monotony of life; and yet this error, with all its grave consequences, occurs almost as fre- quently as the expression "It's a matter of feeling," without which our mental economy would be unthinkable. This indispensable phrase divides what must be in life from what can be.
"It sets apart," Ulrich said to Agathe, "the given order of things from a private, personal preserve. It separates what has been ratio- nalized from what is held to be irrational. As commonly used, it is an admission that we are forced to be humane on major counts, but being humane on minor counts is suspiciously arbitrary. We think life would be a prison ifwe were not free to choose between wine or water, religion or atheism, but nobody believes in the least that we have any real option in matters of feeling; on the contrary, we draw a line, ambiguous though it may be, between legitimate and illegiti- mate feelings. "
The feelings between Ulrich and Agathe were of the illegitimate
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kind, although they did no more than talk about the party as, still arm in arm, they looked in vain for a private comer, while experiencing a wild and unacknowledged joy in being reunited after their estrange- ment.
