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'lrial and Royal citadel the Hofburg, and the Emperor and King of Kakania was a legendary old gentleman. A great many books have of course been written about him since, and exactly what he did, prevented, or left undone is now known, but then, in the last decade of his and Kakania's life, the younger people who kept abreast of the arts and sciences some- times wondered whether he actually existed. The number of his por- traits one saw was almost as large as the number of his kingdom's inhabitants; on his birthday as much food and drink was consumed as on that of the Savior, bonfires blazed on the mountains, and the voices ofmillions vowed that they loved him as a father; an anthem in his honor was the only work of poetry or music of which every Kakanian knew at least a line. But this popularity and publicity was so superconvincing that believing in his existence was rather like believ- ing in stars that one sees though they ceased to exist thousands of years ago. .
The first thing that happened when Ulrich arrived in his cab at the Imperial Hofburg was that the cabbie stopped in the outer courtyard and asked to be paid, claiming that although he was allowed to drive through the inner courtyard, he was not permitted to stop there. . Ul- rich was annoyed at the cabbie, whom he took for a cheat or a cow- ard, but his protests were powerless against the man's timid refusal, which suddenly made him sense the aura of a power mightier than he. When he walked into the inner courtyard he was much im- pressed with the numerous red, blue, white, and yellow coats, trou- sers, and helmet plumes that stood there stiffly in the sun like birds
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on a sandbank. Up to that moment he had considered "His Majesty" one of those meaningless terms which had stayed in use, as one may be an atheist and still say "Thank God. " But now his gaze wandered up high walls and he saw an island-gray, self-contained, and armed-lying there while the city's speed rusped blindly past it.
After he had presented himself he was led up stairways and along corridors, through rooms large and small. Although he waS very well dressed, he felt that his exact measure was being taken by every eye he encountered. It would apparently occur to no one here to confuse intellectual aristocracy with the real thing, and against this Ulrich had no recourse but ironic protest and bourgeois criticism. He ascer- tained that he ~aswalking through a vast shell with little content; the great public rooms were almost unfurnished, but this empty taste lacked the bitterness of a great style. He passed a casual sequence of individual guardsmen and servants, who formed a guard more hap- hazard than magnificent; a half dozen well-trained and well-paid pri- vate detectives might have served far more effectively. One kind of servant, in a gray uniform and cap like a bank messenger's, shuttling between the lackeys and the guardsmen, made him think of a lawyer or dentist who does not keep his office and his living quarters suffi- ciently separate. "One feels clearly through all this how it must have awed the Biedermeier generation with its splendor," Ulrich thought, "but today it can't even compete with the attractiveness and comfort of a hotel, so it continues to fall back on being all noble restraint and stiffness. "
But when he entered Count Stallburg's presence, Ulrich was re- ceived by His Excellency inside a great hollow prism of the best pro- portions, in the center of which this unpretentious, bald-headed, somewhat stooped man, his knees bent like an orangutan's, stood facing Ulrich in a manner that could not possibly be the way an emi- nent Imperial Court functionary of noble birth would naturally look-it had to be an imitation ofsomething. His Excellency's shoul- ders were bowed, his underlip drooped, he resembled an aged bea- gle or a worthy accountant. Suddenly there could be no doubt as to whom he reminded one of; Count Stallburg became transparent, and Ulrich realized that a man who has been for seventy years the All- Highest Center of supreme power must find a certain satisfaction in retreating behind himself and looking like the most subservient of
his subjects. Consequently it simply became good manners and a natural form of discretion for those in the vicinity of this All-Highest personage not to look more personal than he did. This seems to be why kings so often like to call themselves the first servants of their country, and a quick glance confirmed for Ulrich that His Excellency indeed wore those short, ice-gray muttonchop whiskers framing a clean-shaven chin that were sported by every clerk and railway por- ter in Kakania. The beliefwas that they were emulating the appear- ance of their Emperor and King. but the deeper need in such cases is reciprocity.
Ulrich had time for such reflections because he had to wait awhile for His Excellency to speak. The theatrical instinct for disguise and transformation, one of life's pleasures, could here be seen in all its purity, without the least taint or awareness of a performance; so strongly did it manifest itself here in this unconscious, perennial art of self-representation that by comparison the middle-class custom of building theaters and staging plays as an art that can be rented by the hour struck him as something quite unnatural, decadent, and schiz- oid. And when His Excellency finally parted his lips and said to him: "Your dear father . . . ,"only to come to a halt, there was something in his voice that made one notice his remarkably beautiful yellowish hands and something like an aura of finely tuned morality surround- ing the whole figure, which charmed Ulrich into forgetting himself, as intellectuals are apt to do. For His Excellency now asked him what he did, and when Ulrich said "Mathematics" responded with "In- deed, how interesting, at which school? " When Ulrich assured him that he had nothing to do with schools, His Excellency said, "Indeed, how interesting, I see, research, university. " This seemed to Ulrich so natural and precise, just the way one imagines a fine piece of con-
versation, that he inadvertently took to behaving as though he were at home here and followed his thoughts instead of the protocol de- manded by the situation. He suddenly thought of Moosbrugger. Here was the Power of Clemency close at hand; nothing seemed to him simpler than to make a stab at using it.
"Your Excellency," he said, "may I take this favorable opportunity to appeal to you on behalf of a man who has been unjustly con- demned to death? " ·
The question made Count Stallburg's eyes open wide.
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"A sex murderer, to be sure," Ulrich conceded, though he realized at once that he was entirely out of order. "The man's insane, of course," he hastily added to save the situation, and was about to add "Your Excellency must be aware that our penal code, dating from the middle of the la5t century, is outdated on this point," but he had to swallow and got stuck. It was a blunder to impose on this man a dis- cussion of a kind that people used to intellectual activity engage in, often quite without purpose. Just a few words, adroitly planted, can be as fruitful as rich garden loam, but in this place their effect was closer to that of a little clump of dirt one has inadvertently brought into the room on the sole of one's shoe. But now Count Stallburg, noticing Ulrich's embarrassment, showed him his truly great benevolence.
"Yes, yes, I remember," he said with a slight effort after Ulrich had given him the man's name, "and so you say he is insane, and you would like to help him? "
"He can't be held responsible for what he does. "
"Quite so, those are always especially unpleasant cases. "
Count Stallburg seemed much distressed by the difficulties in-
volved. Looking bleakly at Ulrich, he asked, as if nothing else were to be expected, whether Moosbrugger's sentence was final. Ulrich had to admit that it was not.
"Ah, in that case," he went on, sounding relieved, "there's still time," and he began to speak of Ulrich's "papa," leaving th. e ~oos­ brugger case in amiable ambiguity.
Ulrich's slip had momentarily made him lose his presence of mind, but oddly enough his mistake seemed not to have made a bad im- pression on Count Stallburg. His Excellency had been nearly speechless at first, as though someone had taken off his jacket in his presence, but then such spontaneity from a man so well recom- mended carne to seem to him refreshingly resolute and high-spir- ited. He was pleased to have found these two words, intent as he was on forming a favorable impression. He wrote them immediately ('We hope that we have found a resolute and high-spirited helper") in his letter of introduction to the chairman of the great patriotic campaign. When Ulrich received this document a few moments later, he felt like a child who is dismissed with a piece of chocolate pressed into its little hand. He now held something between his fin-
gers and received instructions to come again, in a manner that left him uncertain whether it was an order or an invitation, but without giving him an opportunity to protest. "There must be some misun- derstanding-! really had no intention whatever . . . ,"he would have liked to say, but by this time he was already on his way out, back along the great corridors and through the vast salons. He suddenly came to a stop, thinking, "That picked me up like a cork and set me down somewhere I never meant to go! " He scrutinized the insidious simplicity of the decor with curiosity, and felt quite certain in decid- ing that even now he was still unimpressed by it. This was simply a world that had not yet been cleared away. But still, what was that strong, peculiar quality it had made him feel? Damn it all, there was hardly any other way to put it: it was simply amazingly real.
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THE REAL INVENTION OF THE PARALLEL CAMP AIGN BY COUNT LEINSDORF
The real driving force behind the great patriotic campaign-to be known henceforth as the Parallel Campaign, both for the sake of ab- breviation and because it was supposed to "bring to bear the full weight of a seventy-year reign, so rich in blessings and sorrows, against a jubilee of a mere thirty years"-was not, however, Count Stallburg, but his friend His Grace the Imperial Liege,. . Count Leinsdorf.
At the· time Ulrich was making his visit in the Hofburg, Count Leinsdorf's secretary was standing in that great nobleman's beauti- ful, tall-windowed study, amid multiple layers of tranquillity, devo- tion, gold braid, and the solemnity of fame, with a book in his hand from which he was reading aloud to His Grace a passage he had been directed to find. This time it was something out of Johann Gottlieb Fichte that he had dug up in the Addresses to the German Nation and considered most appropriate:
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To be freed from the original sin ofsloth [he read] and the cowardice and duplicity that follow in its wake, men need models, such as the founders of the great religions actually were, to prefigure for them the enigma of freedom: The necessary teaching of moral conviction is the task of the Church, whose symbols must be regarded not as homilies but only as the means of instruction for the proclamation of the eternal verities.
He stressed the words "sloth," "prefigure," and "Church. " His Grace listened benevolently, had the book shown to him, but then shook his head.
"No," said the Imperial Count, "the book may be all right, but this Protestant bit about the Church won't do. " ·
The secretary looked frustrated, like a minor official whose fifth draft of a memo has been returned to him by the head of his depart- ment, and cautiously demurred: "But wouldn't Fichte make an ex- cellent impression on nationalistic circles? ''
"I think," His Grace replied, "we had better do without him for the present. " As he clapped the book shut his face clapped shut too, and at this wordless command the secretary clapped shut with a deep bow and took back his Fichte, as if removing a dish from the table, which he would file away again on the shelf with all the other philo- sophic systems of the world. One does not do one's own cooking but has it taken care of by the servants.
"So, for the time being," Count Leinsdorf said, "we keep to our four points: Emperor of Peace, European Milestone, True Austria, Property and Culture. You will draw up the circular letter along those lines. "
Just then a political thought had struck His Grace, which trans- lated into words came to, more or less, "They'll come along of their own accord. " He meant those sectors ofhis Fatherland who felt they belonged less to· Austria than to the greater German nation. He re- garded them with disfavor. Had his secretary found a more accept- able quotation with which to flatter their sensibilities-hence the choice ofJ. G. Fichte-he might have let him write it down. But the moment that offensive note about the Church gave him a pretext to drop it, he did so with a sigh of relief.
His Grace was the originator of the great patriotic campaign. When the disturbing news reached him from Germany, it was he who had come up with the slogan "Emperor of Peace. " This phrase instantly evoked the image of an eighty-eight-year-old sovereign-a true father of his people-and an uninterrupted reign of seventy years. The image naturally bore the faJlliliar features of his Imperial Master, but its halo was not that of majesty but of the proud fact that his Fatherland possessed the oldest sovereign with the longest reign in the world. Foolish people might be tempted to see in this ·merely his pleasure in a rarity-as if Count Leinsdorf, had, for instance, rated the possession of the far rarer horizontally striped "Sahara" stamp with watermark and one missing perforation over the posses- sion of an El Greco, as in fact he did, even though he owned both and was not unmindful ofhis family's celebrated collection ofpaintings- but this is simply because these people don't understand what en- riching power a symbol has, even beyond that of the great~stwealth.
For Count Leinsdorf, his allegory of the aged ruler held the thought both of his Fatherland, which he loved, and of the world to which it should be a model. Count Leinsdorfwas stirred by great and aching hopes. He could not have said what moved him more, grief at not seeing his country established in quite·the place of honor among the family of nations which was her due, or jealousy of Prussia, which had thrust Austria down from that place of eminence (in 1866, by a stab in the back! ), or else whether he was simply filled with pride in the nobility of a venerable state and the desire to show the world just how exemplary it was. In his view, the nations of Europe were help- lessly adrift in the whirlpool of materialistic democracy. What hov- ered before him was an inspiring symbol that would serve both as a warning and as a sign to return to the fold. It was clear to him that something had to be done to put Austria in the vanguard, so that this "splendorous rally of the Austrian spirit" would prove a "milestone" for the whole world arid enable it to find its own true being again; and all of this was connected with the possession of an eighty-eight- year-old Emperor of Peace.
Anything more, or more specific, Count Leinsdorf did not yet know. But he was certain that he was in the grip of a great idea. Not only did it kindle his passion-which should have put him on his guard, as a Christian of strict and responsible upbringing-but with
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dazzling conclusiveness this idea flowed directly into such sublime and radiant conceptions as that ofthe Sovereign, the Fatherland, and the Happiness of Mankind. Whatever obscurity still clung to his vi- sion could not upset His Grace. He was well acquainted with the the- ological doctrine of the contemplatio in caligine divina, the contemplation in divine darkness, which is infinitely clear in itself but a dazzling darkness to the human intellect. Besides, he had al- ways believed that a man who does something truly great usually doesn't know why. As Cromwell had said: "A man never gets as far as when he does not know where he is going! " So Count Leinsdorf se- renely indulged himself in enjoying his symbol, whose uncertainty aroused him far more powerfully than any certainties.
Symbols apart, his political views were o f an extraordinary solidity and had that freedom ofgreat character such as is made possible only by a total absence of doubts. As the heir to a feudal estate he was a member of the Upper House, but he was not politically active, nor did he hold a post at Court or in the government. He was "nothing but a patriot. " But precisely because of this, and because of his inde- pendent wealth, he had become the focus for all other patriots who followed with concern the development of the Empire and of man- kind. The ethical obligation not to remain a passive onlooker but to "offer a helping hand from above" permeated his life. He was con- vinced that "the people" were "good. " Since not only his many offi- cials, employees, and servants but countless others depended on him for their economic security, he had never known "the people" in any other respect, except on Sundays and holidays, when they po. ured out from behind the scenery as a cheerful, colorful throng, like an opera chorus. Anything . that did not fit in with this image he at- tributed to "subversive elements," the work ofirresponsible, callow, sensation-seeking individuals. Brought up in a religious and feudal spirit, never exposed to contradiction through having to deal with middle-class people, not unread, but as an aftereffect of the clerical instruction of his sheltered youth prevented for the rest of his life from recognizing in a book anything other than agreement with or mistaken divergence from his own principles, he knew the outlook of more up-to-date people only from the controversies in Parliament or in the newspapers. And since he knew enough to recognize the many superfi~alities there, he was daily confirmed in his prejudice that the
true bourgeois world, more deeply understood, was basically nothing other than what he hims_elf conceived it to be. In general, "the true" pref'IXed to political convictions was one ofhis aids for finding his way in a world that although created by God too often denied Him. He was firmly convinced that even true socialism fitted in with his view of things. He had had from the beginning, in fact, a deeply personal notion, which he had never fully acknowledged even to himself, to build a bridge across which the socialists were to come marching into his own camp. It is obvious that helping the poor is a proper chivalric task, and that for the true high nobility there was really no very great difference between a middle-class factory owner and his workers. "We're all socialists at heart" was one of his pet sayings, meaning no more and no less than that there were no social distinctions in the hereafter. In this world, however, he considered them necessary facts oflife, and expected the ~orkingclass, after due attention to its material welfare, to resist the unreasonable slogans imported by for- eign agitators and to accept the natural order of things in a world where everyone finds duty and prosperity in his allotted place. The true aristocrat accordingly seemed as important to him as the true artisan, and the solution of political and economic questions was sub- sumed for him in a harmonious vision he called "Fatherland. "
His Grace could not have said how much of-all this had run through his mind in the quarter ofan hour since. his secretary had left the room. All of it, perhaps. The medium-tall man, some sixty years old, sat motionless at his desk, his hands clasped in his lap, and did not know that he was smiling. He wore a low collar because ofa tend- ency to ·goiter, and a handlebar mustache, either for the same reason or because it gave him a look slightly reminiscent of certain portraits of Bohemian noblemen of the Wallenstein era. A high-ceilinged room stood around him, and this in tum was surrounded by the huge empty spaces of the anteroom and the library, around which, shell upon shell, further rooms, quiet, deference, solemnity, and the wreath of two sweeping stone staircases arranged themselves. Where the staircases led to the entrance gate, a tall doorkeeper stood in a heavy braided coat, his staff in his hand, gazing through the hole of the archway into the bright fluidity of the day, where pedestrians floated past like goldfish in a bowl. On the border between these two worlds rose the playful tendrils of a rococo fa~ade, famed among art
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historians not only for its beauty but because its height exceeded its width. It is now considered the first attempt to draw the skin of an expensive, comfortable country manor over the skeleton of a town house, grown tall because of the middle-class urban constriction of its ground plan, and represents one of the most important examples of the transition from feudal landed splendor to the style of middle- class democracy. It was here that the existence ofthe Leinsdorfs, art- historically certified, made the transition into the spirit of the age. But whoever did not know that saw as little of it as a drop of water shooting by sees of its sewer wall; all he would notice was the mellow grayish hole made by the archway breaking the otherwise solid fa- ~de·ofthe street, a surprising,. almost exciting recess in whose cav- ernous depth gleamed the gold of the braid and the large knob on the doorkeeper's staff. In fine weather, this man stood in front of the entrance like a flashing jewel visible from afar, intermingled with a row of housefronts that no one noticed, even though it was just these walls that imposed the order of a street upon the countless, name- less, passing throngs. It is a safe bet that most ofthe common people over whose order Count Leinsdorf kept anxious and ceaseless vigil linked his nam. e, when it came up, with nothing but their recollection of this doorkeeper.
His Grace would not have felt pushed into the background; he would rather have been inclined to consider the possession ofsuch a doorkeeper as the "true selflessness" that best becomes a nobleman.
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THE PARALLEL CAMPAIGN, IN THE FORM OF AN INFLUENTIAL LADY OF INEFFABLE SPIRITUAL GRACE, STANDS READY TO DEVOUR ULRICH
I t was this· Count Leinsdorf whom Ulrich should have gone to see next, as Count Stallburg wished, but he had decided to visit instead the "great cousin" recommended by his father, because he was cu- rious to see her with his own eyes. He had never met her but had taken a special dislike to her ever since all the well-meaning people who knew they were related had begun saying: "There's a woman you must get to know. " It was always said with that marked empha- sis on the "you" intended to single out the person addressed as ex- ceptionally well placed to appreciate such a jewel, and which can be a sincere compliment or a cloak for the conviction that he was just the sort of fool for such an acquaintanCe. Ulrich's frequent re- quests for a detailed description of this lady's qualities never brought satisfying replies. I t was either "She has such an ineffable spiritual grace" or "She is our loveliest and cleverest woman" or, as many would say, simply, "She's an ideal woman. " "How old is she? " Ulrich would ask, but nobody knew her age and the person thus asked was usually amazed that it had never occurred to him to give it a thought. 'Well then, who is her lover? " "An affair? " The not inexperienced young man he asked this of looked at him in wonder: "You're quite right. No one would ever suspect her of such a thing. "
"I see-a high-minded beauty," Ulrich concluded, "a second Di- otima. " And from that day forth that was what. he called her in his thoughts, after the celebrated female teacher of love.
But in reality her name was Ermelinda Tuzzi, and in truth it was just plain Hermine. Now, Ermelinda is, to be ·sure, not even a trans- lation of Hermine, but she had earned the right to this beautiful
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name one day through a flash of intuition, when it suddenly stood before her spiritual ear as a higher form of truth, even though her husband went on being called Hans, and not Giovanni. Despite his surname he had first learned Italian at the consular school. Ulrich was no less prejudiced ag~nst this Section Chief Tuzzi than against his wife. He was the only commoner in a position of authority in the Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which was even more feudal than the other government departments. There Tuzzi was the head of the most influential section, was considered the right hand-even the brains, it was rumored-of his Minister, and was one of the few men who could influence the fate of Europe. But when a commoner rises to such a position in such exalted surroundings, he may reason- ably be supposed to possess qualities favorably combining personal indispensability with a knack for keeping modestly in the back- ground. Ulrich was close to imagining this influential section chief as a kind of upright regimental sergeant major in the cavalry obl. i. ged to drill one-year conscripts from the high nobility. The fitting comple- ment, Ulrich thought, would be a spouse who, despite the extolling of her beauty, was ambitious, no longer young, and encased in a middle-class corset of culture.
But Ulrich was mightily surprised when he made his visit. Diotima received him with the indulgent smile of an eminent lady who knows that she is also beautiful and has to forgive men, superficial creatures that they are, for always thinking of her beauty first.
"I've been expecting you," she said, leaving Ulrich uncertain whether she meant this as a kindness or a rebuke. The hand she gave him was plump and weightless.
He held it a moment too long. his thoughts unable to let go of this hand at once. It rested in his own like a fleshy petal; its pointed nails, like beetle wings, seemed poised to fly offwith her at any moment into the improbable. He was overwhelmed by the exaltation of this female hand, basically a rather shameless human organ that, like a dog's muzzle, will tquch anything and yet is publicly considered the seat of fidelity, nobility, and tenderness. During these few seconds, he noted that there were several rolls of fat on Diotima's neck, cov- ered with the finest skin; her hair was wound into a Grecian knot,
which stood out stiffly and in its perfection resembled a wasp's nest. •
Ulrich felt a hostile impulse, an urge to offend this smiling ~man, and yet he could not quite resist her beauty.
Diotima, fur her part, also gave him a long and almost searching gaze. She had heard things about this cousin that to her ear had a slight tinge of the scandalous, and besides, he was related to her. Ulrich noticed that she, too, could not quite resist the impression of his physical appearance. He was used to this. He was clean- shaven, tall, well-built, and supplely muscular; his face was bright but impenetrable; in a word, he sometimes regarded himself as the preconceived idea most women have of an impressive and still young man; he simply did not always have the energy to disabuse them. Diotima resisted this impression by deciding to feel compas- sion for him. Ulrich could see that she was constantly studying his appearance and, obviously not moved by unfavorable feelings, was probably telling herself that the noble qualities he so palpably seemed to possess must be suffocated by a vicious life and could be saved. Although she was not much younger than Ulrich and physi- cally in full open bloom, her appearance emanated something with- held and virginal that formed a strange contrast to her self-confidence. So they went on surveying each other even after they had begun to talk. .
Diotima began by calling the Parallel Campaign a unique, never- to-recur opportunity to bring into existence what must be regarded as the greatest and most important thing in the ~rld. "We must and will bring to life a truly great idea. We have the opportunity, and we must not fail to use it. "
"Do you have something specific in mind? " Ulrich asked naively.
No, Diotima did not have anything specific in mind. How could she? No one who speaks of the greatest and most important thing in the world means anything that really exists. What peculiar quality of the world would it be equivalent to?
It all amounts to one thing being greater and more important, or more beautiful and sadder, than an- other; in other words, the existence of a hierarchy of values and the comparative mode, which surely implies an end point and a superla- tive? But ifyou point this out to someone who happens at that very moment to be speaking of the greatest and most important thing in the world, that person will suspect that she is dealing with an individ-
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ual devoid offeelings and ideals. This was Diotima's reaction, and so had Ulrich spoken. .
As a woman admired for her intellect, Diotima found Ulrich's ob- jection irreverent. After a moment she smiled and replied: "There is so much that is great and good that has not yet been realized that the choice will not be easy. But we will set up committees from all sec- tors of the population, which will help us in our work. Or don't you think, Herr von , that it is an incredible privilege to be in a position to call on a whole nation-indeed, on the whole world-on such an occasion, to awaken it in the midst ofits materialistic preoc- cupations to the life ofthe spirit? You must not assume that we have in mind something 'patriotic' in the long-outdated sense. " -
Ulrich was humorously evasive.
Diotima did not laugh, but barely smiled. She was accustomed to witty men, but they were all something else pesides. Paradox for the sake ofparadox struck her as immature, and aroused the need to re- mind her cousin ofthe seriousness ofthe reality that lent to this great national undertaking dignity as well as responsibility. In a tone of fi- nality, she made a fresh start. Ulrich involuntarily sought between her words those black-and-yellow tapes that are used for interleaving and fastening official papers in Austrian government offices; but what came from Diotima's lips were by no means only bureaucr. atic formul~ but also such cultural code words as "soulless age, domi- nated only by logic and psychology" or "the present and eternity," and suddenly there was mention of Berlin, too, and the "treasure of feeling" Austria had still preserved, in contrast to Prussia.
Ulrich attempted several times to interrupt these ex cathedra pro- nouncements, but the vestry incense of high bureaucracy instantly clouded over the interruption, gently veiling its tactlessness. Ulrich was astonished. He rose. His first visit was clearly at an end.
During these moments of his retreat Diotima treated him with that bland courtesy, carefully and pointedly a little overdone, which she had learned by imitating her husband. He used it in his dealings with young aristocrats who were his subordinates but might one day be his ministers. There was, in her manner of inviting him to come again, a touch ofthat supercilious uneasiness ofthe intellectual when faced with a ruder vitality. When he held her gentle, weightless hand ip his own once more, they looked into each other's eyes. Ulrich had
the distinct impression that they were destined to cause each other considerable annoyance through love.
"Truly," he thought, "a hydra of a beauty. " He had meant to let the great patriotic campaign wait for him in vain, but it seemed to have become incarnate in the person of Diotima and stood ready to swallow him up. It was a semi-comical feeling: despite his maturity and experience, he felt like a destructive little worm being eyed at- tentively by a large chicken. "For heaven's sake," he thought, "I can't let myself be provoked to petty derelictions by this giantess of the soul! " He had had enough ofhis affair with Bonadea, and he commit- ted himself to exercise the utmost restraint.
As he was leaving the apartment, he was cheered by a pleasant impression he had already had on his arrival. A little chambermaid with dreamy eyes showed him out. In the darkness of the entrance hall her eyes, fluttering up to his for the first time, had been like black butterflies; now, as he left, they floated down through the dark- ness like black snowflakes. There was something Arabian or Al- gerian-Jewish about the little girl, something so unobtrusively sweet that Ulrich again forgot to take a good look at her. It was only when he was out in the street again that he felt what an uncommonly alive and refreshing sight the little maid was after Diotima's presence.
A. GREAT MAN'S INITIAL INTERVENTION
Ulrich's departure had left both Diotima and her maid in a state of vague excitement. But while the little black lizard always felt as though she had been allowed to flit up a high, shimmering wall whenever she saw a distinguished visitor to the door, Diotima han- dled her impression ofUlrich with the conscientiousness ofa woman who doesn't really mind feeling touched though she should because she has the ability to keep herself gently in check. Ulrich did not
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know that on that same day another man had entered her life to lift her up like a giant mountain offering a tremendous view.
Dr. Paul Arnheim had called on her soon after arriving in town.
He was immeasurably rich. His father was the mightiest mogul of "Iron Germany," that is, Bismarck's Germany, to which even Section Chief Tuzzi had condescended. Tuzzi was laconic on principle. He . felt that puns and the like, even ifone could not do entirely without them in witty conversation, had better not be too good, because that would be middle-class. He had advised his wife to treat this visitor with marked distinction, for even ifhis kind were not yet on top in the German Reich, and their influence at Court was not to be com- pared with that of the Krupps, they might, in his opinion, be on top tomorrow. He also passed on to her a confidential rumor that the son-a man well into his forties, incidentally-was aiming not merely at his father's position but was preparing himself, based on the trend of the times and his international connections, to become a Reichsminister someday. Tuzzi ofcourse regarded this as completely out of the question, unless a world cataclysm were to pave the way.
He had no idea what a tempest his words unleashed in his wife's imagination. In her circle it was a matter ofprinciple not to think too highly of "men in trade," but like every person of bourgeois outlook, she admired wealth in those depths of the heart that are quite im- mune to convictions, and the prospect of actually meeting so incredi- bly rich a man made her feel as if golden angel's wings had come down to her from on high. Ever since her husband's rise, Ermelinda Tuzzi was not entirely unaccustomed to consorting with fame and riches. But fame based on intellectual achievements melts away with surprising speed as one becomes socially involved with its bearers, and feudal wealth manifests itselfeither in the foolish debts ofyoung attaches or is constrained by a traditional style of living without ever attaining the brimming profusion of freely piled-up mountains of money and the brilliant cascading showers of gold with which the great banks and industrial combines fuel their business. All Diotima knew of banks was that even their middle-echelon executives trav- eled first-class on business, while she always had to go second-class unless accompanied by her husband. This was the standard by which she imagined the luxury that must surround the top despots offinan- cial operations on so oriental a scale.
Her little maid, Rachel-it goes without saying that Diotima pro- nounced it in the French style-had heard fantastic things. The least she had to report was that the nabob had arrived in his own private train, had reserved an entire hotel, and had brought a little black slave with him. The truth. was considerably more modest, if only be- cause Paul Arnheim never acted conspicuously. Only the little black- amoor was real. Some years ago, on a trip in southernmost Italy, Amheim had picked him out of a traveling dance troupe, partly for show and partly from an impulse to raise a fellow creature from the depths and carry out God's work by opening up the life of the mind to him. He soon enough lost interest and used the now sixteen-year- old boy only as a servant, even though before the boy was fourteen Arnheim had been giving him Stendhal and Dumas to read.
But even though the rumors her maid brought home were so childish in their extravagance that Diotima had to smile, she made her repeat them word for word, because she found it charming and unspoiled, as was only possible in this one great city, which was "rife with culture to the point of innocence. " And the little black boy sur- prisingly caught even her imagination.
Diotima was the eldest of three daughters of a secondary-school teacher without private means, so that Tuzzi had been considered a good catch for her even before he had been anything but an as yet unknown middle-class vice-consul. In her girlhood she had had noth- ing but her pride, and since her pride had nothing to be proud about, it was only a . rolled-up propriety bristling with feelers of sensitivity. But even such a posture may conceal ambition and daydreams, and can be an unpredictable force.
If Diotima had at first been lured by the prospect of distant entan- glements in distant lands, she was soon disappointed. After a few years her experience served only as a discreetly exploited advantage over women friends who envied her her slight aura of the exotic, and it could not ward off the realization that at such foreign posts life remains, by and large, the life one has brought along with the rest of one's baggage. For a long time, Diotima's ambitions had been close to ending up in the genteel hopelessness of the fifth service grade, until by chance her husband's career took a sudden up\vard turn when a benevolent minister of a "progressive" cast of mind took this bourgeois into the central office of the ministry itself. In this posi-
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tion, Tuzzi was now approached by many people who wanted some- thing from him, and from this moment something came alive in Di- otima, almost to her own amazement, a treasure of memories of "spiritual beauty and grandeur" ostensibly gathered in a cultured home and the great world centers, but whi~hin fact she had probably acquired in a girls' private school as a model student, and this she began turning cautiously to account. Her husband's sober but un- commonly dependable intelligence inevitably attracted attention to her as well, and as soon as she noticed that her cultural advantages were being appreciated, she joyfully began to slip little "high- minded" ideas into the conversation in the right places, as com- pletely guileless as a damp little sponge releasing the moisture it had previously soaked up for no particular purpose. And gradually, as her husband rose further in rank, more ancl more people were drawn into association with him, and her home became a "salon" which en- joyed a reputation as a place where "society and intellect" met. Now that she was seeing persons of consequence in many fields, Diotima began as well to seriously discover herself. Her feeling for what was
correct, still on the alert as it had been in school, still adept at re- membering its lessons and at bringing things together into an amia- ble unity,- simply by extension, turned into a form ofintellect in itself, and the Tuzzi house won a recognized position.
CAPITAL AND CULl'URE. DIOTIMA'S FRIENDSHIP WITH COUNT LEINSDORF, AND THE OFFICE OF BRINGING DISTINGUISHED VISITORS INTO ACCORD WITH THE SOUL
But it took Diotima's friendship with Count Leinsdorf to make her salon an institution.
Among the parts of the body after which friends are named, Count
Leinsdorf's was so situated between the head and the heart that Di- otima would have to be considered a bosom friend, if such a term were still in use. His Grace revered Diotima's mind and beauty with- out permitting himself any unseemly intentions. His patronage not only gave Diotima's salon an unassailable position but conferred on it-as he liked to say-an official status.
For his own person, His Grace the Imperial liege-Count Leins- dorf was "nothing but a patriot. " But the state does not consist only of the Crown and the people, with the administrative machinery in between; there is something else besides: thought, morality, princi- ple! Devout as His Grace was, as a man permeated with a sense of responsibility who, incidentally, also ran factories on his estates, he never closed his mind to the realization that the human mind these days has in many respects freed itself from the tutelage of the Church. He could not imagine how a factory, for example, or a stock- exchange deal in wheat or sugar could be conducted on religious principles; nor was there any conceivable way to run a modem, large- scale landed estate rationally without the stock exchange and indus- try. When His Grace's business manager showed him how a certain
. deal could be made more profitably with a group of foreign specula- tors than i~ partnership with the local landed nobility, in most cases His Grace had to choose the former, because objective conditions have a rationale of their own, and this cannot be defied for sentimen- tal reasons by the head of a huge economic enterprise who bears the responsibility not only for himself but for countless other lives as well. There is such a thing as a professional conscience that in some cases contradicts the religious conscience, and Count Leinsdorf was convinced that in such a case even the Cardinal Archbishop would not act differently than he. Of course, Count Leinsdorf was always willing to deplore this state of affairs at public sessions of the Upper House and to express the hope that life would find its way back to the simplicity, naturalness, supernaturalness, soundness, and necessity of Christian principles. Whenever he opened his mouth to make such pronouncements, it was as though an electric contact had been opened, and he flowed in a different circuit. The same thing happens to most people, in fact, when they express themselves in public, and if anyone had reproached Count Leinsdorf with doing in private what he denounced in public, he would, with saintly conviction, have
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branded it the demagogic babble of subversives who lacked even a clue about the extent of life's responsibilities. Nevertheless, he real- ized the prime importance ofestablishing a connection between the eternal verities and the world of business, which is so much more complicated than the lovely simplicity oftradition, and he also recog- nized that such a connection could not be found anywhere but in the profundities ofmiddle-class culture. With its great ideas and ideals in the spheres of law, duty, morality, and beauty, it reached even the common everyday struggles and contradictions oflife, and seemed to him like a bridge made of tangled living plants. It did not, of course, offer as finn and secure a foothold as the dogmas ofthe Church, but it was no less necessary and responsible, which is why Count Leins- dorf was not only a religious idealist but also a passionate civilian idealist.
These convictions of His Grace's corresponded to the composition of Diotima's salons. These gatherings were celebrated for the fact that on her "great days" one ran into people one could not exchange a single word with because they were too well known in some special field or other for small talk, while in many cases one had never even heard the name of the specialty for which they were world-famous. . There were Kenzinists and Canisians, a grammarian of Bo might come up against a partigen researcher, a tokontologist against a quantum physicist, not to mention the representatives of new move- ments in arts and literature that changed their labels every year, all permitted to circulate in limited numbers along with their better- recognized colleagues. In general, things were so arranged that a random mixture blended harmoniously, except for the young intel- lectuals, whom Diotima usually kept apart by means of special invita- tions, and those rare or special guests whom she had a way of unobtrusively singling out and providing with a special setting. What distinguished Diotima's gatherings from all similar affairs was, inci- dentally, ifone may say so, the lay element; people from. the world of applied ideas, the kind who-in Diotima's words-had once spread out around a core of theological studies as a flock of faithful doers, really an entire community of lay brothers and sisters-in short, the element ofactton. But now that theology has been displaced by eco- nomics and physics, and Diotima'~ list of administrators of the spirit on earth who were to be invited had grown with time to resemble the
Catalogue of Scientific Papers of the Royal Society, the new lay brothers and sisters were correspondingly a collection of bank direc- tors, technicians, politicians, high officials, and ladies and gentlemen of society with their hangers-on. .
Diotima made a particular point of cultivating the women, al- though she gave preference to the "ladies" over the "intellectuals" among them. "Ufe is much too overburdened with knowledge these days," she was accustomed to say, "for us to be able to do without the 'unfragmented woman. ' " She was convinced that only the unfrag- mented woman still possessed the fated power to embrace the intel- lect with those vital forces that, in her opinion, it obviously sorely needed for its salvation. This concept of the entwining woman and the power of Being, incidentally, redounded greatly to her credit among the young male nobility who attended regularly because it was considered the thing to do and because TuZzi was not unpopular; for the unfragmented Being is som~thing the nobility really takes to, and more specifically, at the Tuzzis' couples could become deeply absorbed in conversation without attracting attention; so that for ten- der rendezvous and long heart-to-heart talks, her house-though Di- otima had no inkling of this-was even more popular than a church.
His Grace the Uege-Count Leinsdorfsummed up these two social elements, so various in themselves, which mingled at Diotima's- when he did not simply call them "the true elite"-as "capital and culture. " But he liked best of all to think of them in tenns of "official public service," a concept that had pride ofplace in his. thinking. He regarded every accomplishment, that of the factory worker or the concert singer as well as that of the civil servant, as a fonn of official service.
"Every person," he would say, "performs an office within the state; the worker, the prince, the artisan, are all civil servants. " This was an emanation ofhis always and under all circumstances impartial way of thinking, ignorant of bias, and in his eyes even the ladies and gentlemen of the highest society performed a significant if not read- ily definable office when they chatted with learned experts on the Bogazkoy inscriptions or the question of lamellibranchiate mollusks, while eyeing the wives of prominent financiers. This concept of offi- cial public service was his version ofwhat Diotima referred to as the religious unity, lost since the Middle Ages, of all human activity.
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All enforced sociability, such as that at the Tuzzis', beyond a cer- tain naive and crude level, springs basically from the need to simu- late a unity that cou)d govern all of humanity's highly varied activities and that is never there. This simulation was what Diotima called cul- ture, usually, with special amplification, "our Old Austrian culture. " As her ambition had expanded to embrace intellect, she had learned to use this term more and more often. She understood by it: the great paintings of Vehizquez and Rubens hanging in the Imperial Mu- seum; the fact that Beethoven was, so to speak, an Austrian; Mozart, Haydn, St. Stephen's Cathedral, the Burgtheater; the weighty tradi- tional ceremonials at the Imperial Court; Vienna's central district, where the smartest dress and lingerie shops of an empire with fifty million inhabitants were crowded together; the discreet manners of high officials; Viennese cuisine; the aristocracy, which considered it- self second to none except the English, and their ancient palaces; high society's tone of sometimes genuine, mostly sham, aestheticism. She ~so understood by it the fact that in this country so eminent a gentleman as Count Leinsdorf had taken her under his wing and made her house the center ofhis own cultural endeavors. She did not know that His Grace was also moved by the consideration that it was not quite the thing to open his own noble house to innovations that might easily get out of hand. Count Leinsdorfwas often secretly hor- rified by the freedom and indulgence with which his beautiful friend spoke of human passions and the turmoil they cause, or of revolu- tionary ideas. But Diotima did not notice this. She drew a line, as it were, between public immodesty and private modesty, like a female physician or a social worker. She 'was acutely sensitive to any word that touched her too personally, but impersonally she would talk freely about anything, and could only feel that Count Leinsdorf found the mixture most appealing.
Nothing in life is built, however, without the stones having to be broken out from somewhere else. To Diotima's painful surprise some tiny, dreamy-sweet almond kernel of imagination, once the core of her existence when there was nothing else in it, and which had still been there when she decided to marry Vice-Consul Tuzzi, who looked like a leather steamer trunk with two dark eyes, had van- ished in the years ofsuccess. She realized that much ofwhat she un- derstood by "our Old Austrian culture," like Haydn or the
Habsburgs, had once been only a boring school lesson, while to be actually living in the midst ofit all now seemed enchanting and quite as heroic as the midsummer humming of bees. In time, however, it became not only monotonous but also a strain on her, and even hopeless. Diotima's experience with her famous guests was no differ- ent from that ofCount Leinsdorfwith his banking connections; how- ever much one might try to get them into accord with one's soul, it did not succeed. One can talk about cars and X rays, of cou~se, with a certain amount of feeling, but what else can one do about the count- less other inventions and discoveries that nowadays every single day brings forth, other than to marvel at human inventiveness in general, which in the long run gets to be too tiresome!
His Grace would drop in occasionally, and spoke with a political figure or had himself introduced to a new guest. I t was easy for him to enthuse about the profound reaches of culture, but when you were as closely involved with it as Diotima, the insoluble problem was not its depths but its breadth! Even questions of such immediate concern as the noble simplicity of Greece or the meaning of the Prophets dissolved, in conversation with specialists, into an incalcu- lable multiplicity of doubts and possibilities. Diotima found that even the celebrities always talked in twos, because the time had al- ready come when a person could talk sensibly and to the point with at most one other person-and she herself could not really find any- one at all. At this point Diotima had discovered in herself the well- known suffering caused by that familiar malady of contemporary man known as civilization. It is a frustrating condition, full of soap, radio frequencies, the arrogant sign language of mathematical and chemical formulas, economics, experimental research, and the in- ability of human beings to live together simply but on a high plane. And even the relationship of her own innate·nobility of mind to th~ social nobility, whom she had to handle with great care and who brought her, with all her successes,. many a disappointment, gradu- ally came to seem to her more and more typical of an age not of cul- ture but merely of civilization.
Civilization, then, meant everything that her mind could not con- trol. Including, for a long time now, and first of all, her husband.
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In her mi~eryshe read a great deal, and discovered that she had lost something she had previously not really known she had: a soul.
What's that? It is easy to define negatively: It is simply that which sneaks off at the mention of algebraic series.
But positively? It seems successfully to elude every effort to pin it down. There may once have been in Diotima something fresh and natural, an intuitive sensibility·wrapped in the propriety she wore like a cloak threadbare from too much brushing, something she now called her soul and rediscovered in Maeterlinck's batik-wrapped metaphysics, or in Novalis, but most of all in the ineffable wave of anemic romanticism and yearning for GOd that, for a while, the ma- chine age squirted out as an expression of its spiritual and artistic misgivings about itself. it might also be that this original freshness in Diotima could be defined more precisely as a blend of quiet, tender- ness, devotion, and kindness that had never found a proper path and in the foundry in which Fate casts our forms had happened to pour itself into the comical mold of her idealism. Perhaps it was imagina- tion; perhaps an intuition of the instinctive vegetative processes at work eyery day beneath the covering of the body, above which the soulful expression of a beautiful woman gazes at us. Possibly it was only the coming of certain indefinable hours when she felt Wllffil and expansive, when her sensations were keener than usual, when ambi- tion and will were becalmed and she was seized by a hushed mpture and fullness of life while her thoughts, even the slightest ones, turned away from the surface and toward the inward depths, leaving the world's events far away, like noise beyond a garden wall. At such times Diotima felt as if she had a direct vision of the truth within herself without having to strain for it; tender experiences that as yet bore no name raised their veils, and she felt-to cite only a few of the many descriptions of it she had found in the litemture on the sub- ject-harmonious, humane, religious, and close to that primal source
that sanctifies everything arising from it and leaves sinful everything that does not. But even though it was all quite lovely to think about, Diotima could never get beyond such hints and intimations of this peculiar condition; nor did the prophetic books she relied on for help, which spoke of the same thing in the same mysterious and im- precise language. Diotima was reduced to blaming this, too, on a pe- riod of civilization that had simply filled up with rubble the access to the soul.
What she called "soul" was probably nothing more than a small amount of capital in love she had possessed at the time of her mar- riage. Section Chief Tuzzi was not the right business opportunity to invest in. His advantage over Diotima~ at first and for a long time, was that of the older man; to this was later added the advantage of the successful man in a mysterious position, who gives his wife little insight into himself even as he looks on indulgently at the trivia that keep her busy. And apart from the tendemesses of courtship, Tuzzi had always been a practical man of common sense who never lost his balance. Even so, the well-cut assurance of his actions and his suits, the-one could say-urbanely grave aroma of his body and his beard, the guardedly firm baritone in which he spoke, all gave him an aura that excited the soul of the girl Diotima as the nearness of his master excites the retriever who lays his muzzle on the mastels knees. And just as the dog trots along behind, his feelings safe and fenced in, so Diotima, too, under such serious-minded, matter-of- fact guidance, entered upon the infinite landscape of love.
Here Section Chief Tuzzi preferred the straight paths. His daily habits were those of an ambitious worker. He rose early, either to ride or, preferably, to take an hour's walk, which not only preserves the body's elasticity but also represents the kind of pedantic, simple routine that, strictly adhered to, consorts perfectly with an image of responsible achievement. It also goes without saying that on those evenings when they were not invited out and had no guests he imme- diately withdrew to his study; for he was forced to maintain his great stock of expert information at the high level that constituted his ad- vantage over his aristocratic colleagues and superiors. Such a life sets firm restraints, and ranges love with the other activities. Like all those whose imagination is not consumed by the erotic, Tuzzi in his bachelor days-apart from having to show himself occasionally be-
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cause of his diplomatic profession in the company of friends taking out little chorus girls-had been a quiet visitor at one brothel or an- other,' and carried the regular rhythm ofthis habit over into his mar- riage. Thus Diotima learned to know love as something violent, assaultive, and brusque that was released only once every week by an even greater power. This change in the nature of two people, which always began promptly on time, to be followed, a few minutes later, by a short exchange on those events of the day that had not come up before and then a sound sleep, and which was never mentioned in the times between, except perhaps in hints and allusions-like mak- ing a diplomatic joke about the "partie honteuse" ofthe body-nev- ertheless had unexpected anq paradoxical consequences for her.
On the one hand, it was the cause of that extravagantly swollen ideality-that officious, outw! ! l'dly-oriented personality-whose power of love, whose spiritual longing, reached out for all things great and noble that turned up in her environment, and that so in- tensely spread itself and bound itself to these that Diotima evoked the impression, so confusing to males, of a mightily blazing yet Pia. : tonic sun of love, the description of which had made Ulrich curious to meet her. On the other hand, however, this broad rhythm of mari- tal contact had developed, purely physiologically, into a habit that asserted itself quite independently and without connection to the loftier parts of her being, like the hunger of a farmhand whose meals are infrequent but heavy. With time, as tiny hairs began to sprout on Diotima's upper lip and the masculine independence of the mature female woman mingled with the traits of the girl, she became aware of this split as something horrible. She loved her husband, but this was mingled with a growing revulsion, a dreadful affront to her soul,
which could only be compared to what Archimedes, deeply absorbed in his mathematical problems, might have felt if the enemy soldier had not killed him but made sexual demands on him. And since her husband was not aware of this-nor would he have thought about it i f h e h a d b e e n - a n d s i n c e h e r b o d y always e n d e d u p b e t r a y i n g h e r t o him against her will, she felt enslaved; it was a slavery that might not be considered unvirtuous but was just as tormenting as she imagined the appearance of a nervous tic or the inescapability of a vice to be. Now, this might perhaps have made Diotima slightly melancholy and_
even more idealistic, but unfortunately it happened just at the time that her salon began to cause her some spiritual difficulties.
Section Chief Tuzzi encouraged his wife's intellectual endeavors because he was not slow to see how they might serve to bolster his own position, but he had never taken part in them, and it is safe to say that he did not take them seriously. For the only things this ex- perienced man too1c seriously were power, duty, high social status, and, at a certain remove, reason. He even warned Diotima repeat- edly against being too ambitious in her aesthetic affairs of state, be- cause even if culture is, so to speak, the spice in the food of life, the best people did not go in for an oversalted diet. He said this quite without irony, as it was what he believed, but Diotima felt belittled. She constantly felt that her husband followed her idealis- tic endeavors with a hovering smile; and whether he was at home or not, and whether this smile-if indeed he did smile; she could never be quite sure-was for her personally or merely part of the facial expression of a man who for professional reasons always had to look superior, as time went on it became increasingly unbearable to her, yet she could not shake off its infamous appearance of being in the right. At times, Diotima would try to blame a materialistic age that had turned the world into an evil, purposeless game in which atheism, socialism, and positivism left no freedom for a per- son with a rich inner life to rise to true being; but even this was not often of much use.
Such was the situation in the Tuzzi household when the great pa- triotic campaign quickened the pace of events. Ever since Count Leinsdorf had established his campaign headquarters in Diotima's house so as not to involve the aristocracy, an unspoken sense of re- sponsibility had reigned there, for Diotima had made up her mind to prove to her husband, now or never, that her salon was no plaything. His Grace had confided in her that the great patriotic campaign needed a crowning idea, and it was her burning ambition to fmd it. The thought of creating something with the resources of an empire and before the attentive eyes ofthe world, an embodiment ofculture at its greatest or, more modestly circumscribed, perhaps something that would reveal the innermost being of Austrian culture-this thought moved Diotima as if the door to her salon had suddenly
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sprung open and the boundless ocean were lapping at her threshold like an extension of the floor.
There is no denying that her first reaction to this vision was the sense of the momentary gaping of an illimitable void.
First impressions are so often right! Diotima felt sure that some- thing incomparable was going to happen, and she summoned up her many ideals; she mobilized all the pathos of hEtr schoolgirl history lessons, through which she had learned to think in terms of empires and centuries; she did absolutely everything one has to do in such a situation. But after a few weeks had passed in this fashion, she had to face the fact that no inspiration whatsoever had come her way. What Piotima felt toward her husband at this point would have been ha- tred, had she been at all capable of hatred-such a base impulse! Instead, she became depressed, and began to feel a "resentment against everything" such as she had never known before.
It was at this point that Dr. Arnheim arrived, accompanied by his little black servant, and shortly thereafter paid his momentous call on Diotima.
THE UNION OF SOUL AND ECONOMICS. THE MAN WHO CAN ACCOMPLISH THIS WANTS TO ENJOY THE BAROQUE CHARM OF OLD AUSTRIAN CULTURE. AND SO AN IDEA FOR THE PARALLEL CAMPAIGN IS BORN
Diotima never had an improper thought, but on this day there must have been all sorts ofgoings-on in her mind as it dwelled on the inno- cent little black boy, after she had sent "Rachelle" out of the room. She had willingly listened once again to the maid's story after Ulrich had left the house of his "great cousin," and the beautiful, ripe woman was feeling young and as if she were playing with a tinkling
toy. There had once been a time when the aristocracy had kept black sezvants-delightful images of sleigh rides with gaily caparisoned horses, plumed lackeys, and frost-powdered trees passed through her mind-but all this picturesque aspect of high life had perished long ago. ''The soul has gone out of society these days," she thought.