But they equip the object they are applied to with only as many ideas that can bear investigation as perhaps correspond to the
flickering
oflight and shadow in the light ofan emergency lamp-"
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" Agathe asked, intending to keep up with her brother.
"Now you're saying it yourself! " he countered. "'Prevailing! ' Since it's necessary that we agree, innumerable' arrangements of course exist to take care of the externals and delude us inwardly into thinking it so. In making us people of one mind, these arrangements aren't exactly subtle. Hypnotic suggestion, violence, intimidation, thoughtlessness, cowardice, and such things play a not inconsidera- ble role. The exercise of these arrangements is mostly alloyed with something base and corrupting. But iftheir influence stops for just a single moment, allowing reason to take over their affairs, you will very shortly see mankind start gabbling and fall to quarreling, the way the insane start running around when their warders aren't looking! "
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Agathe recalled the walks in lovely weather where everything had been in unqualified harmony with everything else, and the people, even if they were apparently mistaken in believing that they loved each other, were at least very attentive to one another and filled with an almost solemn amiability and curiosity. It seemed appropriate to mention that love was, after all, the only thing in the world that made people of one mind, and that in every one of its varieties it did so from both sides voluntarily.
"But love is precisely one of the agreement machines. It has the lucky effect of making people blind! " Ulrich objected. "Love bli~: half the riddles about loving one's neighbor we've been trying to solve are already contained in this proposition! "
"The most one might add is that love also enables one to see what isn't there," Agathe maintained, concluding reflectively: "So really these two propositions contain everything you need in the world, in order to be happy despite it! "
In direct connection with this point, however, it was the tiny papier-mache horse, standing between them all alone in the middle of the desk, that bore the sole responsibility for their conversation. It was hardly a hand's breadth high; its neck was daintily curved; the brown of its coat was as tender and full as the stomach of a fifteen- year-old girl who has almost, but not yet quite, eaten too much cake, and its mane and tail, its hooves and reins, were of one single, deep- est black. It was a horse belonging to a court carriage, but as in leg- end two gods often grow into one, it was also a candy box in the form of a horse. Ulrich had discovered this little horse in a suburban con- fectioner's window and had immediately acquired it, for he knew it from his childhood and had loved it so intensely back then that he could hardly recall whether he had ever owned it. Fortunately, such mercantile poems are sometimes preserved over several generations and merely wander with time from the centers of commerce to dis- play windows in more modest parts of the city. So Ulrich had rever- ently installed this find on his desk, having already explained the significance of the species to his sister. The candy horse was a close relative ofthose circus animals-lions, tigers, horses, and dogs-that had lived at the same time, the time of Ulrich's childhood, on the posters of traveling circuses, and could no more be summoned from the raging expressions of their palpable but one-dimensional exis-
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tence into fully developed life than this·little horse could jump through the glass pane of the shop window. Agathe had quickly un- derstood this, for the confectioner's horse constituted part of the large family of children's fancies which are always chasing their desires with the zigzag flight of a butterfly, until at last they reach their goal only to find a lifeless object. And wandering back along childhood's paths of love, brother and sister had even opened the horse and, with the mixed feelings attending the unsealing of a crypt, found inside a variety of round, flat little tents strewn with grains of sugar, which they thought they had not seen for decades, and which they enjoyed with the cautious courage of explorers.
In a distracted and pensive way, during the pause that had fol- lowed the last exchange with Ulrich, Agathe had been observing this small object with the magnetic soul that stood before them. In the far distances of this daydreaming, perhaps there also emerged from the river ofwords about similarities and differences in thinking, that idea of the unseparated but not united, and now this joined in a peculiar way with their companionship as children. Agathe finally landed on time's other shore of silence without knowing how long the interrup- tion had lasted, and she picked up the conversation where it had left off by asking with direct vehemence, as if something had been for- gotten: "But not every love has to blind! "
Ulrich, too, was immediately ready to be pressed into service again in pursuit of the exchange of words that had rushed away, as if he were not sure how long he had been standing there distracted. "Let's go on! " he suggested, and led with a random example: "Maternal love! "
"Doting, it's called," Agathe replied.
"In any case, it loves blindly, loves in advance. Won't let anything distract it," Ulrich stated, immediately continuing: "And its opposite, a child's love? "
"Is that love at all? " Agathe asked.
"There's a lot ofselfishness and instinctive need for protection and such things in it," Ulrich ventured, but added that it could also be, at least at certain stages, a real passion. Next, he asked about the love of friends.
They were again agreed: youth was the only time for passionate friendships.
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"Love of honor? " Ulrich asked.
Agathe shrugged her shoulders.
"Love of virtue? "
She repeated the gesture, then thought it over and said: "Saints or
martyrs might call it love. "
"But then it's obviously a passion for overcoming the world, or
something like that, as well," Ulrich interjected. "An oppositional passion, but in any case something containing a lot ofcomplications. " "But there can also be a lot of complications in love of honor,"
Agathe added.
"Love of power? " Ulrich went on, assenting to her objection with
only a nod of his head.
"That's probably a contradiction in terms. "
"Perhaps," Ulrich agreed. "You might think that force and love are
mutually exclusive. "
"But they aren't/" Agathe exclaimed, having changed her mind in
the meantime. "Look: to be compelled! For women especially, being loved and being compelled is no contradiction at all! "
Ulrich responded in contradictory ways to this reminder of the possibility of such experiences in his sister's past; on the one hand he desired an informed explanation; on the other, the primordial igno- rance of the gods. Frowning, he thought over what his response should be, and finally said, clearly but hesitating involuntarily: "In that case the association ofthe words is indeed ambivalent. All power is laid low before love, and ifit humiliates love, then-"
"Let's not dwell on it," Agathe interrupted, and offered a new question: "Love of truth? "
Since he hesitated, "You should know all about that! " she added in jesting reproach; his long-drawn-out efforts to be accurate some- times made her impatient.
But the conversation was already inhibited, and slowly it became diffuse. "There, too, it's not easy to separate out the right concepts," Ulrich decided. "You can love truth in many different ways: as honor, as power, as virtue, or also like pure spring water and the air you breathe, or like-"
"Is that love? " Agathe interrupted him again. "That way you could love spinach too! "
"And why not? Even being partial to something is a form oflove.
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There are many transitions," Ulrich countered. "And 'love of truth' especially is one of the most contradictory tenns: If the concept of truth is stronger, love is correspondingly less, and in the last analysis you can hardly call the honorable or even the utilitarian need for truth 'love'; but if the concept oflove is strong, what you might call the purest, highest love, then truth ceases to exist. "
"Truth, unfortunately, arises in cold blood," Agathe remarked pointedly.
"To demand truth from love is just as mistaken as demanding jus- tice from anger," Ulrich agreed. "Emotion is injurious there. "
"Oh perhaps that's only men's talk! " Agathe protested.
"That's the way it is: Love tolerates truth, but truth does not toler- ate love," Ulrich confirmed. "Love dissolves truth. "
"But if it dissolves the truth, then it has no truth? " Agathe asked this with the seriousness of the ignorant child who knows by heart the story it wants to hear repeated for the twentieth time.
"A new truth begins," Ulrich said. "AI> soon as a person encounters love not as some kind of experience but as life itself, or at least as a kind of life, he knows a swarm of truths. Whoever judges without love calls this opinions, personal views, subjectivity, whim; and for him that's all it is. But the one who loves knows about himself that he is not insensitive to truth, but oversensitive. He finds himself in a kind of ecstasy of thinking, where the words open up to their very centers. He understands in every way more than is necessary. He can hardly save himself from an inexhaustible flood. And he feels that every rational desire to understand can only banish it. I don't want to claim that this really is a different truth-for there is only one and the same truth-but it is a hundred possibilities that are more impor- tant than truth; it is, to say it more clearly, something by means of which all truth loses the importance attributed to it. Perhaps one might say: truth is the unequivocal result of an attitude to life which we by no means feel unequivocally to be the true attitude! " Ulrich, happy because he had finally achieved a more exact description, drew the conclusion: "So apparently to be surrounded by a swarm of truths means nothing other than that the lover is open to everything that has been loved, and also willed, thought, and put down in words; open to all contradictions, which are after all those of sentient beings; open even to every shared experience, if a word exists that can lift it
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tenderly to the point ofarticulation. The distinctive signs oftruth and morality have been suppressed for him by the gentle power of life stirring all around him; they remain present, but fruitfulness and fullness have out- and overgrown them. For the lover, truth and deception are equally trivial, and yet this does not strike him as ca- price: Now, this is probably no more than a changed personal atti- tude, but I would say that it still finally depends on countless possibilities underlying whatever reality has conquered them, possi- bilities that could also have become realities. The lover awakens them. Everything suddenly appears different to him from what you think. Instead of a citizen of this world, he becomes a creature of countless worlds-"
"But that is another reality! " Agathe exclaimed.
"No! " said Ulrich hesitantly. "At least I don't know. It's merely the age-old opposition between knowledge and love, which has always been supposed to exist. "
Agathe gave him a confused but encouraging smile.
"No! " Ulrich repeated. "That's still not the right one. "
Her smile disappeared. "So we have to pick up our business once
again, otherwise we won't get to the end this way either," Agathe suggested with comic distress, and with a sigh she began anew: "What is love of money? "
"You said things like that weren't love at all," Ulrich interjected. "But you said there were transitions," Agathe countered.
"Love of beauty? " Ulrich asked, ignoring this.
"Love is also supposed to make an ugly person beautiful," Agathe
replied, following a sudden inspiration. "Do you love something be- cause it's beautiful or is it beautiful because it's loved? "
Ulrich found this question important but unpleasant. So he re- sponded: "Perhaps beauty is nothing other than having been loved. If something was once loved, its ability to be beautiful is directed outward. And beauty presumably arises in no other way but this: that something pleases a person who also has the power to give other peo- ple a kind of set of directions for repetition. " Then he added sharply: "Nevertheless, men who, like friend Lindner, waylay beauty are sim- ply funny! "
"Love one's enemy? '' Agathe asked, smiling.
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"Difficult! " said Ulrich. "Perhaps a leftover from magical-religious cannibalism. "
"Compared to that, loving life is simple," Agathe stated. "No idea at all is connected with it; it's simply a blind instinct. "
"Passion for hunting? "
"Love of fatherland? Love of home? Necrophilia? Love of nature? Love of ponies? Idolatry? Puppy love? Hate-love? " Agathe shook them all out together, raising her arms in a circle and letting them fall to her lap with a gesture of discouragement.
Ulrich answered with a shrug of the shoulders and a smile. "Love becomes real in many ways and in the most varied connections. But what is the common denominator? What in all these loves is the es- sential fluid and what merely its crystallization? And what, especially, is that 'love! ' that can also occur spontaneously and fill the whole world? " he asked, showing little hope of an answer. "Even if some- one were to compare the various forms more seriously," he went on, "he would presumably find only as many emotions as there are exter- nal conditions and attitudes. Under all these circumstances one can love; but only because one can also despise or remain indifferent: in this way whatever is shared in common surfaces as something vaguely like love. "
"But doesn't that just mean that full love doesn't correspond to experience? " Agathe interrupted. "But who questions that? That's the decisive point! If love exists, in order to become manifest it will be entirely different from everything it is alloyed with! "
Now Ulrich interrupted. ''What would that prove? As feeling and action, this love would have no limits, and therefore there is no atti- tude or behavior that would correspond to it. "
Agathe listened eagerly. She was waiting for a final word. "And what do you do if there is no attitude or behavior? " she asked.
Ulrich understood her artless question. But he showed himself prepared for these reconnaissance expeditions to last even longer; he merely shrugged his shoulders resignedly and answered with a jest: "It doesn't seem nearly so simple to love as nature would have us believe, just because she's provided every bungler with the tools! "
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GENERAL VON STUMM DROPS A BOMB. CONGRESS FOR WORLD PEACE
A soldier must not let anything deter him. So General Stumm von Bordwehr was the only person to push his way through to Ulrich and Agathe; but then he was perhaps the only person for whom they did not make it absolutely impossible, since even refugees from the world can see to it that their mail is forwarded to them periodically. And as he burst in to interrupt their continuing their conversation, he crowed: "It wasn't easy to penetrate all the perimeter defenses and fight my way into the fortress! ", gallantly kissed Agathe's hand, and, addressing himself to her in particular, said: 'Til be a famous man, just because I've seen you! Everyone is asking what event could have swallowed up the Inseparables, and is asking after you; and in a certain sense I am the emissary of society, indeed of the Fatherland, sent to discover the cause ofyour disappearance! Please excuse me if I appear importunate! "
Agathe bade him a polite welcome, but neither she nor her brother was immediately able to conceal their distractedness from their visitor, who stood before them as the embodiment of the weak- ness and imperfection of their dreams; and as General Stumm again stepped back from Agathe, a remarkable silence ensued. Agathe was standing on one long side of the desk, Ulrich on the other, and the General, like a suddenly becalmed sailing vessel, was at a point ap- proximately halfway between them. Ulrich meant to come forward to meet his visitor, but could not stir from the spot. Stumm now noticed that he really had butted in, and considered how he might save the situation. The twisted beginnings of a friendly smile lay on all three faces. This stiff silence lasted barely a fraction of a second; it was just then that Stumm's glance fell on the small papier-mache horse standing isolated among them, like a monument, in the center of the empty desk.
Clicking his heels together, he pointed to it solemnly with the flat
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of his hand and exclaimed with relief: "But what's this? Do I perceive in this house the great animal idol, the holy animal, the revered deity of the cavalry? ''
At Stumm's remark, Ulrich's inhibition, too, dissolved, and moving quickly over to Stumm but at the same time turning toward his sister, he said animatedly: "Admittedly it's just a coach horse, but you have wonderfully guessed the rest! W e were really just talking about idols and how they originate. Now tell me: What is it one loves, which part, what reshaping and transformation does one love, when one loves one's neighbor without knowing him? In other words, to what extent is love dependent on the world and reality, and to what extent is it the other way round? "
Stumm von Bordwehr had directed his glance questioningly to Agathe.
"Ulrich is talking about this little thing," she assured him, some- what disconcerted, pointing to the candy horse. "He used to have a passion for it. "
"That was, I hope, quite a long time ago," Stumm said in astonish- ment. "For if I'm not mistaken, it's a candy jar? ''
"It is not a candy jar! Friend Stumm! " Ulrich implored, seized by the disgraceful desire to chat with him about it. "If you fall in love with a saddle and harness that are too expensive for you, or a uniform or a pair of riding boots you see in a shop window: what are you in love with? "
"You're being outrageous! I don't love things like that! " the Gen- eral protested.
"Don't deny it! " Ulrich replied. "There are people who can dream day and night of a suit fabric or a piece of luggage they have seen in a shop; everyone's known something like that; and the same thing will have happened to you, at least with your first lieutenant's uniform! And you'll have to admit that you might have no use for this material or this suitcase, and that you don't even have to be in the position of being able to really desire it: so nothing is easier than loving some- thing before you know it and without knowing it. May I, moreover, remind you that you loved Diotima at first sight? "
This time, the General looked up cunningly. Agathe had in the meantime asked him to sit down and also procured a cigar for him, since her brother had forgotten his duty. Stumm, fringed with blue
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clouds, said innocently: "Since then she's become a textbook of love, and I didn't much like textbooks in school, either. But I still admire and respect this woman," he added with a dignified composure that was new to him.
Ulrich, unfortunately, didn't notice it immediately. "All those things are idols," he went on, pursuing the questions he had directed at Stumm. "And now you see where they came from. The instincts embedded in our nature need only a minimum of external motiva- tion and justification; they are enormous machines set in motion by a tiny switch.
But they equip the object they are applied to with only as many ideas that can bear investigation as perhaps correspond to the flickering oflight and shadow in the light ofan emergency lamp-"
"Stop! " Stumm begged from his cloud ofsmoke. 'What is 'object'? Are you talking about the boots and that suitcase again? "
''I'm speaking of passion. Of longing for Diotima, just as much as longing for a forbidden cigarette. I want to make clear to you that every emotional relationship had the groundwork laid for it by pre- liminary perceptions and ideas that belong to reality; but that such a relationship also immediately conjures up perceptions and ideas that it fits out in its own way. In short, affect sets up the object the way it needs it to be, indeed it creates it so that the affect finally applies to an object that, having come about in such a way, is no longer recog- nizable. But affect isn't destined for knowledge, either, but really for passion! This object that is born of passion and hovers in it," Ulrich concluded, returning to his starting point, "is of course something different from the object on which it is outwardly fastened and which it can reach out to grasp, and this is therefore also true oflove. 'I love you' is mistaken; for 'you,' this person who has evoked the passion and whom you can seize in your arms, is the one you think you love; the person evoked by passion, this wildly religious invention, is the one you really love, but it is a different person. "
"Ustening to you"-Agathe interrupted her brother with a re- proach that betrayed her inner sympathies-"you might think you don't really love the real person, but really love an unreal person! "
"That's precisely what I meant to say, and I've also heard you say- ing much the same. "
"But in reality both are ultimately one person! "
"That's exactly the major complication, that the hovering image of
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the person you love has to be represented in every outward connec- tion by the person himself and is indeed one and the same. That's what leads to all the confusions that give the simple business of love such an excitingly ghostly quality! "
"But perhaps it's only love that makes the real person entirely real? Perhaps he's not complete before then? ''
"But the boot or the suitcase you dream about is in reality none other than the one you could actually buy! "
"Perhaps the suitcase only becomes completely real ifyou love it! "
"In a word, we come to the question of what is real. Love's old question! " Ulrich exclaimed impatiently, yet somehow satisfied.
"Oh, let's forget the suitcase! " To the astonishment of both, it was the General's voice that interrupted their sparring. Stumm had com- fortably squeezed one leg over the other, which, once achieved, lent him great security. "Let's stay with the person," he went on, and praised Ulrich: "So far you've said some things terrifically well! Peo- ple always believe that nothing is easier than loving each other, and then you have to remind them every day: 'Dearest, it's not as easy as it is for the apple woman! ' " In explanation of this more military than civilian expression, he turned politely to Agathe. "The 'apple woman,' dear lady, is an army expression for when someone thinks something is easier than it is: in higher mathematics, for example, when you're doing short division so short that, willy-nilly, you come up with a false result! Then the appple woman is held up to you, and it's applied the same way in other places as well, where an ordinary person might just say: that's not so simple! " Now he turned back to Ulrich and continued: "Your doctrine of the two persons interests me a good deal, because I'm also always telling people that you can love people only in two parts: in theory, or, as you put it, as a hovering person, is the way you ought to love someone, as I see it; but in prac- tice, you have to treat a person strictly and, in the last analysis, harshly too! That's the way it is between man and woman, and that's the way it is in life in general! The pacifists, for instance, with their love that has no soles on its shoes, haven't the slightest notion of this; a lieutenant knows ten times as much about love as these dilettantes! "
Through his earnestness, through his carefully weighed manner of speaking, and not least through the boldness with which, despite
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Agathe's presence, he had condemned woman to obedience, Stumm von Bordwehr gave the impression of a man to whom something im- portant had happened and who had striven, not without success, to master it. But Ulrich still had not grasped this, and proposed: 'Well, you decide which person is truly worth loving and which has the walk-on part! "
"That's too deep for me! " Stumm stated calmly, and, inhaling from his cigar, added with the same composure: "It's a pleasure to hear again how well you speak; but on the whole you speak in such a way that one really must ask oneself whether it's your only occupation. I must confess that after you disappeared I expected to find you, God knows, busy with more important matters! "
"Stumm, this is important! " Ulrich exclaimed. "Because at least halfthe history ofthe world is a love story! Ofcourse you have to take all the varieties of love together! "
The General nodded his resistance. "That may well be. " He bar- ricaded himself behind the busyness of cutting and lighting a fresh cigar, and grumbled: "But then the other halfis a story ofanger. And one shouldn't underestimate anger! I have been a specialist in love for some time, and I know! "
Now at last Ulrich understood that his friend had changed and, curious, asked him to tell what had befallen him.
Stumm von Bordwehr looked at him f¢ a while without answer- ing, then looked at Agathe, and finally replied in a way that made it impossible to distinguish whether he was hesitating from irritation or enjoyment: "Oh, it will hardly seem worth mentioning in comparison with your occupations. Just one thing has happened: the Parallel Campaign has found a goal! "
This news about something to which so much sympathy, even if counterfeit, had been accorded would have broken through even a fully guarded state of seclusion, and when Stumm saw the effect he had achieved he was reconciled with fortune, and found again for quite a while his old, guileless joy in spreading news. "Ifyou'd rather, I could just as well say: the Parallel Campaign has come to an end! " he offered obligingly.
It had happened quite incidentally: 'W e all of us had got so used to nothing happening, while thinking that something ought to hap- pen," Stumm related. "And then all of a sudden, instead of a new
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proposal, someone brought the news that this coming autumn a Con- gress for World Peace is to meet, and here in Austria! "
"That's odd! " Ulrich said.
"What's odd? We didn't know the least thing about it! "
"That's just what I mean. "
'Well, there you're not entirely off the track," Stumm von B9rd-
wehr agreed. "It's even being asserted that the news was a plant from abroad. Leinsdorf and Tuzzi went so far as to suspect that it might be a Russian plot against our patriotic campaign, ifnot ultimately even a Gennan plot. For you must consider that we have four years before we have to be ready, so it's entirely possible that someone wants to rush us into something we hadn't planned. Beyond that, the different versions part company; but it's no longer possible to find out what the truth of the matter is, although of course we immediately wrote off everywhere to learn more. Remarkably enough, it seems that people all over already knew about this pacifistic Congress-I assure you: in the whole world! And private individuals as well as newspaper and government offices! But it was assumed, or bandied about, that it emanated from us and was part of our great world campaign, and people were merely surprised because they couldn't get any kind of rational response from us to their questions and queries. Maybe someone was playing a joke on us; Tuzzi was discreetly able to get hold of a few invitations to this Peace Congress; the signatures were quite naive forgeries, but the letter paper and the style were good as gold! Of course we then called in the police, who quickly discovered that the whole manner of execution pointed to a domestic origin, and in the course of this it emerged that there really are people here who would like to convene a World Peace Congress here in the autumn- because some woman who has written a pacifist novel is going to cel- ebrate her umpteenth birthday or, in case she's died, would have: But it quickly became clear that these people quite evidently had not the least connection with disseminating the material that was aimed at us, and so the origin of the affair has remained in the dark," Stumm said resignedly, but with the satisfaction that every well-told tale provides. The effortful exposition of the difficulties had drawn shadows over his face, but now the sun of his smile burst through this perplexity, and with a trace of scorn that was as unconstrained as it was candid, he added: 'What's most remarkable is that everyone
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agreed that there should be such a congress, or at least no one wanted to say no! And now I ask you: what are we to do, especially since we have already announced that we are undertaking something meant to serve as a model for the whole world and have constantly been spreading the slogan 'Action! ' around? For two weeks we've simply had to work like savages, so that retroactively at least it looks the way it would have looked prospectively, so to speak, under other circumstances. And so we showed ourselves equal to the organi- zational superiority of the Prussians-assuming that it was the Prussians! We're now calling it a preliminary celebration. The gov- ernment is keeping an eye on the political part, and those of us in the campaign are working more on the ceremonial and cultural-human aspects, because that is simply too burdensome for a ministry-"
"But what a strange story it is! " Ulrich asserted seriously, although he had to laugh at this development.
"A real accident of history," the General said with satisfaction. "Such mystifications have often been important. "
"And Diotima? " Ulrich inquired cautiously.
'Well, she has speedily had to jettison Amor and Psyche and is now, together with a painter, designing the parade of regional cos- tumes. It will be called: 'The clans of Austria and Hungary pay hom- age to internal and external peace,' " Stumm reported, and now turned pleadingly toward Agathe as he noticed that she, too, was parting her lips to smile. "I entreat you, dear lady, please don't say anything against it, and don't permit any objection to it either! " he begged. "For the parade of regional costumes, and apparently a mili- tary parade, are all that is definite so far about the festivities. The Tyrolean militia will march down the Ringstrasse, because they al- ways look picturesque with their green suspenders, the rooster feath- ers in their hats, and their long beards; and then the beers and wines of the Monarchy are to pay tribute to the beers and wines of the rest of the world. But even here there is still no unanimity on whether, for instance, only Austro-Hungarian beers and wines shall pay trib- ute to those of the rest of the world, which would allow the charming Austrian character to stand out more hospitably by renouncing a trib- ute from the other side, or whether the foreign beers and wines should be allowed to march along as well so that they can pay hom- age to ours, and whether they have to pay customs duties on them or
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not. At any rate, one thing is certain: that there never has been and never can be a parade in this country without people in Old Ger- manic costumes sitting on carts with casks and on beer wagons drawn by horses; and I just can't imagine what it must have been like in the actual Middle Ages, when the Germanic costumes weren't yet old and wouldn't even have looked any older than a tuxedo does today! "
But after this question had been sufficiently appreciated, Ulrich asked a more delicate one. ''I'd like to know what our non-German nationalities will say to the whole thing! "
"That's simple: they'll be in the parade! " Stumm assured him cheerfully. "Because if they won't, we'll commandeer a regiment of Bohemian dragoons into the parade and make Hussite warriors out of them, and we'll drag in a regiment of Ulans as the Polish liberators of Vienna from the Turks. "
"And what does Leinsdorf say to these plans? '' Ulrich asked hesitantly.
Stumm placed his crossed leg beside the other and turned serious. "He's not exactly delighted," he conceded, relating that Count Leinsdorf never used the word "parade" but, in the most stubborn way possible, insisted on calling it a "demonstration. " "He's appar- ently still thinking of the demonstrations he experienced," Ulrich said, and Stumm agreed. "He has often said to me," he reported, " Whoever brings the masses into the street is taking a heavy respon- sibility upon himself, General! ' As if I could do anything for or against it! But you should also know that for some time we've been getting together fairly often, he and I. . . . "
Stumm paused, as if he wanted to leave space for a question, but when neither Agathe nor Ulrich asked it, he went on cautiously: "You see, His Excellency ran into another demonstration. Quite recently, on a trip, he was nearly beaten up in B - - by the Czechs as well as the Germans. "
"But why? " Agathe exclaimed, intrigued, and Ulrich, too, showed his curiosity.
"Because he is known as the bringer of peace! " Stumm pro- claimed. "Loving peace and people is not so simple in reality-"
"Like with the apple woman! " Agathe broke in, laughing.
"I really wanted to say, like with a candy jar," Stumm corrected her, adding to this discreet reproach for Ulrich the observation on
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Leinsdorf: "Still, a man like him, once he has made up his mind, will totally and completely exercise the office he has been given. "
"What office? " Ulrich asked.
"Every office! " the General stated. "On the festival reviewing stand he will sit beside the Emperor, only in the event, of course, that His Majesty sits on the reviewing stand; and, moreover, he is drafting the address ofhomage from our peoples, which he will hand to the All-Highest Ruler. But even ifthat should be all for the time being, I'm convinced it won't stay that way, because if he doesn't have any other worries, he creates some: such an active nature! By the way, he would like to speak with you," Stumm injected tenta- tively. ,
Ulrich seemed not to have heard this, but had become alert. "Leinsdorfis not 'given' an office! " he said mistrustfully. "He's been the knob on top of the flagstaff all his life! "
'Well," the General said reservedly. "I really didn't mean to say anything; of course he is and always was a high aristocrat. But look, for example, not long ago Tuzzi took me aside and said to me confi- dentially: 'General! If a man brushes past me in a dark alley, I step aside; but if in the same situation he asks me in a friendly way what time it is, then I not only reach for my watch but grope for my gun too! ' What do you say to that? ''
'What should I say to that? I don't see the connection. "
"That's just the government's caution," Stumm explained. "In re- lation to a World Peace Congress it thinks of all the possibilities, while Leinsdorfhas always been one to have his own ideas. "
Ulrich suddenly understood. "So in a word: Leinsdorf is to be removed from leadership because people are afraid ofhim? "
The General did not answer this directly. "He asks you through me to please resume your friendly relations with your cousin Tuzzi, in order to find out what's going on. I'm saying it straight out; he, of course, expressed it in a more reserved fashion," Stumm reported. And after a brief hesitation, he added by way of excuse: "They're not telling him everything! But then that's the habit of ministries: we don't tell each other everything among ourselves either! "
'What relationship did my brother really have with our cousin? " Agathe wanted to know.
Stumm, snared in the friendly delusion that he was pleasantly jok-
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ing, unsuspectingly assured her: "He's one of her secret loves! " add- ing immediately to encourage Ulrich: "I have no idea what happened between you, but she certainly regrets it! She says that you are such an indispensable bad patriot that all the enemies of the Fatherland, whom we are trying to make feel at home here, must really love you. Isn't that nice ofher? But ofcourse she can't take the first step after you withdrew so willfully! "
From then on the leave-taking became rather monosyllabic, and Stumm was mightily oppressed at such a dim sunset after he had stood at the zenith.
Thus it was that Ulrich and Agathe got to hear something that brightened their faces again and also brought a friendly blush to the General's cheeks. 'We've got rid ofFeuermaul! " he reported, happy that he had remembered it in time and adding, full of scorn for that poet's love of mankind: "In any event, it's become meaningless. " Even the "nauseating'' resolution from the last session, that no one should be forced to die for other people's ideas, whereas on the other hand everyone should die for his own-even this resolution, which would fundamentally ensure peace, had, as was now apparent, been dropped, along with everything belonging to the past, and at the General's instigation was no longer even on the agenda. 'We sup- pressed a journal that printed it; no one believes such exaggerated rumors anymore! " Stumm added to this news, which seemed not quite clear in view ofthe preparations under way for a pacifistic con- gress. Agathe then inteivened a little on behalf of the young people, and even Ulrich finally reminded his friend that the incident had not been Feuermaul's fault. Stumm made no difficulties about this, and admitted that Feuermaul, whom he had met at the house of his pa- troness, was a charming person. "So full of sympathy with every- thing! And so spontaneously, absolutely, really good! " he exclaimed appreciatively.
"But then he would most certainly be an estimable addition to this Congress! " Ulrich again threw in.
But Stumm, who had meanwhile been making serious prepara- tions to leave, shook his head animatedly. "No! I can't explain so briefly what's involved," he said resolutely, "but this Congress ought not to be blown out ofproportion! "
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While Ulrich was personally escorting the parting guest to the door, Agathe, defying an inner self-reproach, carried out something she had decided on with lightning speed. Even before Stumm's intru- sion, and again a second time in his presence, her eye had been caught by a pile of loose papers lying in one of the drawers of the desk, on both occasions through a suppressed motion of her brother's, which had given the impression that he would have liked to refer to these papers during the conversation but could not make up his mind-indeed, deliberately refrained from doing so. Her inti- macy with him had allowed her to sense this more than guess it on any substantive basis, and in the same way she also understood that this concealment must be connected with the two of them. So when he was barely out of the room she opened the drawer, doing so, whether it was justified or not, with that feeling which furthers quick decisions and does not admit moral scruples. But the notes that she took up in her hands, with many things crossed out, loosely con- nected and not always easily decipherable, immediately imposed a slower tempo on her passionate curiosity.
"Is love an emotion? This question may at first glance seem non- sensical, since it appears so certain that the entire nature oflove is a process of feeling; the correct answer is the more surprising: for emotion is really the least part oflove! Looked at merely as emotion, love is hardly as intense and overwhelming, and in any event not as strongly marked, as a toothache. "
The second, equally odd note ran: "A man may love his dog and his wife. A child may love a dog more dearly than a man his wife. One person loves his profession, another politics. Mostly, we seem to love general conditions; I mean-ifwe don't happen to hate them-their inscrutable way of working in concert, which I might call their 'horse-stall feeling': we are contentedly at home in our life the way a horse is in its stall!
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"But what does it mean to bring all these things that are so dispar- ate together under the same word, 'love'? A primordial idea has set- tled in my mind, alongside doubt and derision: Everything in the world is love! Love is the gentle, divine nature of the world, covered by ashes but inextinguishable! I wouldn't know how to express what I understand by 'nature'; but if I abandon myself to the idea as a whole without worrying about it, I feel it with a remarkably natural cer- tainty. At least at moments. "
Agathe blushed, for the following entries began with her name. "Agathe once showed me places in the Bible; I still vaguely remem- ber how they ran and have decided to write them down: 'Everything that happens in love happens in God, for God is love. ' And a second says: 'Love is from God, and whosoever loves God is born of God. ' Both these places stand in obvious contradiction to each other: in one, love comes from God; in the other, it is God!
"Therefore the attempts to express the relationship of 'love' to the world seem fraught with difficulty even for the enlightened person; how should the uninstructed understanding not fail to grasp it? That I called love the nature of the world was nothing but an excuse; it leaves the choice entirely open to say that the pen and inkpot I am writing with consist oflove in the moral realm of truth, or in the em- pirical realm of reality. But then how in reality? Would they then consist of love or would they be its consequences, the embodying phenomenon or intimation? Are they already themselves love, or is love only what they would be in their totality? Are they love by na- ture, or are we talking about a supranatural reality? And what about this 'in truth'? Is it a truth for the more heightened understanding, or for the blessedly ignorant? Is it the truth of thinking, or an incom- plete symbolic connection that will reveal its meaning completely only in the universality of mental events assembled around God? What of this have I expressed? More or less everything and nothing!
"I could also just as well have said about love that it is divine rea- son, the Neoplatonic logos. Or just as well something else: Love is the lap ofthe world: the gentle lap ofunselfconscious happening.
"Now you're saying it yourself! " he countered. "'Prevailing! ' Since it's necessary that we agree, innumerable' arrangements of course exist to take care of the externals and delude us inwardly into thinking it so. In making us people of one mind, these arrangements aren't exactly subtle. Hypnotic suggestion, violence, intimidation, thoughtlessness, cowardice, and such things play a not inconsidera- ble role. The exercise of these arrangements is mostly alloyed with something base and corrupting. But iftheir influence stops for just a single moment, allowing reason to take over their affairs, you will very shortly see mankind start gabbling and fall to quarreling, the way the insane start running around when their warders aren't looking! "
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Agathe recalled the walks in lovely weather where everything had been in unqualified harmony with everything else, and the people, even if they were apparently mistaken in believing that they loved each other, were at least very attentive to one another and filled with an almost solemn amiability and curiosity. It seemed appropriate to mention that love was, after all, the only thing in the world that made people of one mind, and that in every one of its varieties it did so from both sides voluntarily.
"But love is precisely one of the agreement machines. It has the lucky effect of making people blind! " Ulrich objected. "Love bli~: half the riddles about loving one's neighbor we've been trying to solve are already contained in this proposition! "
"The most one might add is that love also enables one to see what isn't there," Agathe maintained, concluding reflectively: "So really these two propositions contain everything you need in the world, in order to be happy despite it! "
In direct connection with this point, however, it was the tiny papier-mache horse, standing between them all alone in the middle of the desk, that bore the sole responsibility for their conversation. It was hardly a hand's breadth high; its neck was daintily curved; the brown of its coat was as tender and full as the stomach of a fifteen- year-old girl who has almost, but not yet quite, eaten too much cake, and its mane and tail, its hooves and reins, were of one single, deep- est black. It was a horse belonging to a court carriage, but as in leg- end two gods often grow into one, it was also a candy box in the form of a horse. Ulrich had discovered this little horse in a suburban con- fectioner's window and had immediately acquired it, for he knew it from his childhood and had loved it so intensely back then that he could hardly recall whether he had ever owned it. Fortunately, such mercantile poems are sometimes preserved over several generations and merely wander with time from the centers of commerce to dis- play windows in more modest parts of the city. So Ulrich had rever- ently installed this find on his desk, having already explained the significance of the species to his sister. The candy horse was a close relative ofthose circus animals-lions, tigers, horses, and dogs-that had lived at the same time, the time of Ulrich's childhood, on the posters of traveling circuses, and could no more be summoned from the raging expressions of their palpable but one-dimensional exis-
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tence into fully developed life than this·little horse could jump through the glass pane of the shop window. Agathe had quickly un- derstood this, for the confectioner's horse constituted part of the large family of children's fancies which are always chasing their desires with the zigzag flight of a butterfly, until at last they reach their goal only to find a lifeless object. And wandering back along childhood's paths of love, brother and sister had even opened the horse and, with the mixed feelings attending the unsealing of a crypt, found inside a variety of round, flat little tents strewn with grains of sugar, which they thought they had not seen for decades, and which they enjoyed with the cautious courage of explorers.
In a distracted and pensive way, during the pause that had fol- lowed the last exchange with Ulrich, Agathe had been observing this small object with the magnetic soul that stood before them. In the far distances of this daydreaming, perhaps there also emerged from the river ofwords about similarities and differences in thinking, that idea of the unseparated but not united, and now this joined in a peculiar way with their companionship as children. Agathe finally landed on time's other shore of silence without knowing how long the interrup- tion had lasted, and she picked up the conversation where it had left off by asking with direct vehemence, as if something had been for- gotten: "But not every love has to blind! "
Ulrich, too, was immediately ready to be pressed into service again in pursuit of the exchange of words that had rushed away, as if he were not sure how long he had been standing there distracted. "Let's go on! " he suggested, and led with a random example: "Maternal love! "
"Doting, it's called," Agathe replied.
"In any case, it loves blindly, loves in advance. Won't let anything distract it," Ulrich stated, immediately continuing: "And its opposite, a child's love? "
"Is that love at all? " Agathe asked.
"There's a lot ofselfishness and instinctive need for protection and such things in it," Ulrich ventured, but added that it could also be, at least at certain stages, a real passion. Next, he asked about the love of friends.
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"Love of honor? " Ulrich asked.
Agathe shrugged her shoulders.
"Love of virtue? "
She repeated the gesture, then thought it over and said: "Saints or
martyrs might call it love. "
"But then it's obviously a passion for overcoming the world, or
something like that, as well," Ulrich interjected. "An oppositional passion, but in any case something containing a lot ofcomplications. " "But there can also be a lot of complications in love of honor,"
Agathe added.
"Love of power? " Ulrich went on, assenting to her objection with
only a nod of his head.
"That's probably a contradiction in terms. "
"Perhaps," Ulrich agreed. "You might think that force and love are
mutually exclusive. "
"But they aren't/" Agathe exclaimed, having changed her mind in
the meantime. "Look: to be compelled! For women especially, being loved and being compelled is no contradiction at all! "
Ulrich responded in contradictory ways to this reminder of the possibility of such experiences in his sister's past; on the one hand he desired an informed explanation; on the other, the primordial igno- rance of the gods. Frowning, he thought over what his response should be, and finally said, clearly but hesitating involuntarily: "In that case the association ofthe words is indeed ambivalent. All power is laid low before love, and ifit humiliates love, then-"
"Let's not dwell on it," Agathe interrupted, and offered a new question: "Love of truth? "
Since he hesitated, "You should know all about that! " she added in jesting reproach; his long-drawn-out efforts to be accurate some- times made her impatient.
But the conversation was already inhibited, and slowly it became diffuse. "There, too, it's not easy to separate out the right concepts," Ulrich decided. "You can love truth in many different ways: as honor, as power, as virtue, or also like pure spring water and the air you breathe, or like-"
"Is that love? " Agathe interrupted him again. "That way you could love spinach too! "
"And why not? Even being partial to something is a form oflove.
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There are many transitions," Ulrich countered. "And 'love of truth' especially is one of the most contradictory tenns: If the concept of truth is stronger, love is correspondingly less, and in the last analysis you can hardly call the honorable or even the utilitarian need for truth 'love'; but if the concept oflove is strong, what you might call the purest, highest love, then truth ceases to exist. "
"Truth, unfortunately, arises in cold blood," Agathe remarked pointedly.
"To demand truth from love is just as mistaken as demanding jus- tice from anger," Ulrich agreed. "Emotion is injurious there. "
"Oh perhaps that's only men's talk! " Agathe protested.
"That's the way it is: Love tolerates truth, but truth does not toler- ate love," Ulrich confirmed. "Love dissolves truth. "
"But if it dissolves the truth, then it has no truth? " Agathe asked this with the seriousness of the ignorant child who knows by heart the story it wants to hear repeated for the twentieth time.
"A new truth begins," Ulrich said. "AI> soon as a person encounters love not as some kind of experience but as life itself, or at least as a kind of life, he knows a swarm of truths. Whoever judges without love calls this opinions, personal views, subjectivity, whim; and for him that's all it is. But the one who loves knows about himself that he is not insensitive to truth, but oversensitive. He finds himself in a kind of ecstasy of thinking, where the words open up to their very centers. He understands in every way more than is necessary. He can hardly save himself from an inexhaustible flood. And he feels that every rational desire to understand can only banish it. I don't want to claim that this really is a different truth-for there is only one and the same truth-but it is a hundred possibilities that are more impor- tant than truth; it is, to say it more clearly, something by means of which all truth loses the importance attributed to it. Perhaps one might say: truth is the unequivocal result of an attitude to life which we by no means feel unequivocally to be the true attitude! " Ulrich, happy because he had finally achieved a more exact description, drew the conclusion: "So apparently to be surrounded by a swarm of truths means nothing other than that the lover is open to everything that has been loved, and also willed, thought, and put down in words; open to all contradictions, which are after all those of sentient beings; open even to every shared experience, if a word exists that can lift it
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tenderly to the point ofarticulation. The distinctive signs oftruth and morality have been suppressed for him by the gentle power of life stirring all around him; they remain present, but fruitfulness and fullness have out- and overgrown them. For the lover, truth and deception are equally trivial, and yet this does not strike him as ca- price: Now, this is probably no more than a changed personal atti- tude, but I would say that it still finally depends on countless possibilities underlying whatever reality has conquered them, possi- bilities that could also have become realities. The lover awakens them. Everything suddenly appears different to him from what you think. Instead of a citizen of this world, he becomes a creature of countless worlds-"
"But that is another reality! " Agathe exclaimed.
"No! " said Ulrich hesitantly. "At least I don't know. It's merely the age-old opposition between knowledge and love, which has always been supposed to exist. "
Agathe gave him a confused but encouraging smile.
"No! " Ulrich repeated. "That's still not the right one. "
Her smile disappeared. "So we have to pick up our business once
again, otherwise we won't get to the end this way either," Agathe suggested with comic distress, and with a sigh she began anew: "What is love of money? "
"You said things like that weren't love at all," Ulrich interjected. "But you said there were transitions," Agathe countered.
"Love of beauty? " Ulrich asked, ignoring this.
"Love is also supposed to make an ugly person beautiful," Agathe
replied, following a sudden inspiration. "Do you love something be- cause it's beautiful or is it beautiful because it's loved? "
Ulrich found this question important but unpleasant. So he re- sponded: "Perhaps beauty is nothing other than having been loved. If something was once loved, its ability to be beautiful is directed outward. And beauty presumably arises in no other way but this: that something pleases a person who also has the power to give other peo- ple a kind of set of directions for repetition. " Then he added sharply: "Nevertheless, men who, like friend Lindner, waylay beauty are sim- ply funny! "
"Love one's enemy? '' Agathe asked, smiling.
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"Difficult! " said Ulrich. "Perhaps a leftover from magical-religious cannibalism. "
"Compared to that, loving life is simple," Agathe stated. "No idea at all is connected with it; it's simply a blind instinct. "
"Passion for hunting? "
"Love of fatherland? Love of home? Necrophilia? Love of nature? Love of ponies? Idolatry? Puppy love? Hate-love? " Agathe shook them all out together, raising her arms in a circle and letting them fall to her lap with a gesture of discouragement.
Ulrich answered with a shrug of the shoulders and a smile. "Love becomes real in many ways and in the most varied connections. But what is the common denominator? What in all these loves is the es- sential fluid and what merely its crystallization? And what, especially, is that 'love! ' that can also occur spontaneously and fill the whole world? " he asked, showing little hope of an answer. "Even if some- one were to compare the various forms more seriously," he went on, "he would presumably find only as many emotions as there are exter- nal conditions and attitudes. Under all these circumstances one can love; but only because one can also despise or remain indifferent: in this way whatever is shared in common surfaces as something vaguely like love. "
"But doesn't that just mean that full love doesn't correspond to experience? " Agathe interrupted. "But who questions that? That's the decisive point! If love exists, in order to become manifest it will be entirely different from everything it is alloyed with! "
Now Ulrich interrupted. ''What would that prove? As feeling and action, this love would have no limits, and therefore there is no atti- tude or behavior that would correspond to it. "
Agathe listened eagerly. She was waiting for a final word. "And what do you do if there is no attitude or behavior? " she asked.
Ulrich understood her artless question. But he showed himself prepared for these reconnaissance expeditions to last even longer; he merely shrugged his shoulders resignedly and answered with a jest: "It doesn't seem nearly so simple to love as nature would have us believe, just because she's provided every bungler with the tools! "
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A soldier must not let anything deter him. So General Stumm von Bordwehr was the only person to push his way through to Ulrich and Agathe; but then he was perhaps the only person for whom they did not make it absolutely impossible, since even refugees from the world can see to it that their mail is forwarded to them periodically. And as he burst in to interrupt their continuing their conversation, he crowed: "It wasn't easy to penetrate all the perimeter defenses and fight my way into the fortress! ", gallantly kissed Agathe's hand, and, addressing himself to her in particular, said: 'Til be a famous man, just because I've seen you! Everyone is asking what event could have swallowed up the Inseparables, and is asking after you; and in a certain sense I am the emissary of society, indeed of the Fatherland, sent to discover the cause ofyour disappearance! Please excuse me if I appear importunate! "
Agathe bade him a polite welcome, but neither she nor her brother was immediately able to conceal their distractedness from their visitor, who stood before them as the embodiment of the weak- ness and imperfection of their dreams; and as General Stumm again stepped back from Agathe, a remarkable silence ensued. Agathe was standing on one long side of the desk, Ulrich on the other, and the General, like a suddenly becalmed sailing vessel, was at a point ap- proximately halfway between them. Ulrich meant to come forward to meet his visitor, but could not stir from the spot. Stumm now noticed that he really had butted in, and considered how he might save the situation. The twisted beginnings of a friendly smile lay on all three faces. This stiff silence lasted barely a fraction of a second; it was just then that Stumm's glance fell on the small papier-mache horse standing isolated among them, like a monument, in the center of the empty desk.
Clicking his heels together, he pointed to it solemnly with the flat
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of his hand and exclaimed with relief: "But what's this? Do I perceive in this house the great animal idol, the holy animal, the revered deity of the cavalry? ''
At Stumm's remark, Ulrich's inhibition, too, dissolved, and moving quickly over to Stumm but at the same time turning toward his sister, he said animatedly: "Admittedly it's just a coach horse, but you have wonderfully guessed the rest! W e were really just talking about idols and how they originate. Now tell me: What is it one loves, which part, what reshaping and transformation does one love, when one loves one's neighbor without knowing him? In other words, to what extent is love dependent on the world and reality, and to what extent is it the other way round? "
Stumm von Bordwehr had directed his glance questioningly to Agathe.
"Ulrich is talking about this little thing," she assured him, some- what disconcerted, pointing to the candy horse. "He used to have a passion for it. "
"That was, I hope, quite a long time ago," Stumm said in astonish- ment. "For if I'm not mistaken, it's a candy jar? ''
"It is not a candy jar! Friend Stumm! " Ulrich implored, seized by the disgraceful desire to chat with him about it. "If you fall in love with a saddle and harness that are too expensive for you, or a uniform or a pair of riding boots you see in a shop window: what are you in love with? "
"You're being outrageous! I don't love things like that! " the Gen- eral protested.
"Don't deny it! " Ulrich replied. "There are people who can dream day and night of a suit fabric or a piece of luggage they have seen in a shop; everyone's known something like that; and the same thing will have happened to you, at least with your first lieutenant's uniform! And you'll have to admit that you might have no use for this material or this suitcase, and that you don't even have to be in the position of being able to really desire it: so nothing is easier than loving some- thing before you know it and without knowing it. May I, moreover, remind you that you loved Diotima at first sight? "
This time, the General looked up cunningly. Agathe had in the meantime asked him to sit down and also procured a cigar for him, since her brother had forgotten his duty. Stumm, fringed with blue
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clouds, said innocently: "Since then she's become a textbook of love, and I didn't much like textbooks in school, either. But I still admire and respect this woman," he added with a dignified composure that was new to him.
Ulrich, unfortunately, didn't notice it immediately. "All those things are idols," he went on, pursuing the questions he had directed at Stumm. "And now you see where they came from. The instincts embedded in our nature need only a minimum of external motiva- tion and justification; they are enormous machines set in motion by a tiny switch.
But they equip the object they are applied to with only as many ideas that can bear investigation as perhaps correspond to the flickering oflight and shadow in the light ofan emergency lamp-"
"Stop! " Stumm begged from his cloud ofsmoke. 'What is 'object'? Are you talking about the boots and that suitcase again? "
''I'm speaking of passion. Of longing for Diotima, just as much as longing for a forbidden cigarette. I want to make clear to you that every emotional relationship had the groundwork laid for it by pre- liminary perceptions and ideas that belong to reality; but that such a relationship also immediately conjures up perceptions and ideas that it fits out in its own way. In short, affect sets up the object the way it needs it to be, indeed it creates it so that the affect finally applies to an object that, having come about in such a way, is no longer recog- nizable. But affect isn't destined for knowledge, either, but really for passion! This object that is born of passion and hovers in it," Ulrich concluded, returning to his starting point, "is of course something different from the object on which it is outwardly fastened and which it can reach out to grasp, and this is therefore also true oflove. 'I love you' is mistaken; for 'you,' this person who has evoked the passion and whom you can seize in your arms, is the one you think you love; the person evoked by passion, this wildly religious invention, is the one you really love, but it is a different person. "
"Ustening to you"-Agathe interrupted her brother with a re- proach that betrayed her inner sympathies-"you might think you don't really love the real person, but really love an unreal person! "
"That's precisely what I meant to say, and I've also heard you say- ing much the same. "
"But in reality both are ultimately one person! "
"That's exactly the major complication, that the hovering image of
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the person you love has to be represented in every outward connec- tion by the person himself and is indeed one and the same. That's what leads to all the confusions that give the simple business of love such an excitingly ghostly quality! "
"But perhaps it's only love that makes the real person entirely real? Perhaps he's not complete before then? ''
"But the boot or the suitcase you dream about is in reality none other than the one you could actually buy! "
"Perhaps the suitcase only becomes completely real ifyou love it! "
"In a word, we come to the question of what is real. Love's old question! " Ulrich exclaimed impatiently, yet somehow satisfied.
"Oh, let's forget the suitcase! " To the astonishment of both, it was the General's voice that interrupted their sparring. Stumm had com- fortably squeezed one leg over the other, which, once achieved, lent him great security. "Let's stay with the person," he went on, and praised Ulrich: "So far you've said some things terrifically well! Peo- ple always believe that nothing is easier than loving each other, and then you have to remind them every day: 'Dearest, it's not as easy as it is for the apple woman! ' " In explanation of this more military than civilian expression, he turned politely to Agathe. "The 'apple woman,' dear lady, is an army expression for when someone thinks something is easier than it is: in higher mathematics, for example, when you're doing short division so short that, willy-nilly, you come up with a false result! Then the appple woman is held up to you, and it's applied the same way in other places as well, where an ordinary person might just say: that's not so simple! " Now he turned back to Ulrich and continued: "Your doctrine of the two persons interests me a good deal, because I'm also always telling people that you can love people only in two parts: in theory, or, as you put it, as a hovering person, is the way you ought to love someone, as I see it; but in prac- tice, you have to treat a person strictly and, in the last analysis, harshly too! That's the way it is between man and woman, and that's the way it is in life in general! The pacifists, for instance, with their love that has no soles on its shoes, haven't the slightest notion of this; a lieutenant knows ten times as much about love as these dilettantes! "
Through his earnestness, through his carefully weighed manner of speaking, and not least through the boldness with which, despite
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Agathe's presence, he had condemned woman to obedience, Stumm von Bordwehr gave the impression of a man to whom something im- portant had happened and who had striven, not without success, to master it. But Ulrich still had not grasped this, and proposed: 'Well, you decide which person is truly worth loving and which has the walk-on part! "
"That's too deep for me! " Stumm stated calmly, and, inhaling from his cigar, added with the same composure: "It's a pleasure to hear again how well you speak; but on the whole you speak in such a way that one really must ask oneself whether it's your only occupation. I must confess that after you disappeared I expected to find you, God knows, busy with more important matters! "
"Stumm, this is important! " Ulrich exclaimed. "Because at least halfthe history ofthe world is a love story! Ofcourse you have to take all the varieties of love together! "
The General nodded his resistance. "That may well be. " He bar- ricaded himself behind the busyness of cutting and lighting a fresh cigar, and grumbled: "But then the other halfis a story ofanger. And one shouldn't underestimate anger! I have been a specialist in love for some time, and I know! "
Now at last Ulrich understood that his friend had changed and, curious, asked him to tell what had befallen him.
Stumm von Bordwehr looked at him f¢ a while without answer- ing, then looked at Agathe, and finally replied in a way that made it impossible to distinguish whether he was hesitating from irritation or enjoyment: "Oh, it will hardly seem worth mentioning in comparison with your occupations. Just one thing has happened: the Parallel Campaign has found a goal! "
This news about something to which so much sympathy, even if counterfeit, had been accorded would have broken through even a fully guarded state of seclusion, and when Stumm saw the effect he had achieved he was reconciled with fortune, and found again for quite a while his old, guileless joy in spreading news. "Ifyou'd rather, I could just as well say: the Parallel Campaign has come to an end! " he offered obligingly.
It had happened quite incidentally: 'W e all of us had got so used to nothing happening, while thinking that something ought to hap- pen," Stumm related. "And then all of a sudden, instead of a new
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proposal, someone brought the news that this coming autumn a Con- gress for World Peace is to meet, and here in Austria! "
"That's odd! " Ulrich said.
"What's odd? We didn't know the least thing about it! "
"That's just what I mean. "
'Well, there you're not entirely off the track," Stumm von B9rd-
wehr agreed. "It's even being asserted that the news was a plant from abroad. Leinsdorf and Tuzzi went so far as to suspect that it might be a Russian plot against our patriotic campaign, ifnot ultimately even a Gennan plot. For you must consider that we have four years before we have to be ready, so it's entirely possible that someone wants to rush us into something we hadn't planned. Beyond that, the different versions part company; but it's no longer possible to find out what the truth of the matter is, although of course we immediately wrote off everywhere to learn more. Remarkably enough, it seems that people all over already knew about this pacifistic Congress-I assure you: in the whole world! And private individuals as well as newspaper and government offices! But it was assumed, or bandied about, that it emanated from us and was part of our great world campaign, and people were merely surprised because they couldn't get any kind of rational response from us to their questions and queries. Maybe someone was playing a joke on us; Tuzzi was discreetly able to get hold of a few invitations to this Peace Congress; the signatures were quite naive forgeries, but the letter paper and the style were good as gold! Of course we then called in the police, who quickly discovered that the whole manner of execution pointed to a domestic origin, and in the course of this it emerged that there really are people here who would like to convene a World Peace Congress here in the autumn- because some woman who has written a pacifist novel is going to cel- ebrate her umpteenth birthday or, in case she's died, would have: But it quickly became clear that these people quite evidently had not the least connection with disseminating the material that was aimed at us, and so the origin of the affair has remained in the dark," Stumm said resignedly, but with the satisfaction that every well-told tale provides. The effortful exposition of the difficulties had drawn shadows over his face, but now the sun of his smile burst through this perplexity, and with a trace of scorn that was as unconstrained as it was candid, he added: 'What's most remarkable is that everyone
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agreed that there should be such a congress, or at least no one wanted to say no! And now I ask you: what are we to do, especially since we have already announced that we are undertaking something meant to serve as a model for the whole world and have constantly been spreading the slogan 'Action! ' around? For two weeks we've simply had to work like savages, so that retroactively at least it looks the way it would have looked prospectively, so to speak, under other circumstances. And so we showed ourselves equal to the organi- zational superiority of the Prussians-assuming that it was the Prussians! We're now calling it a preliminary celebration. The gov- ernment is keeping an eye on the political part, and those of us in the campaign are working more on the ceremonial and cultural-human aspects, because that is simply too burdensome for a ministry-"
"But what a strange story it is! " Ulrich asserted seriously, although he had to laugh at this development.
"A real accident of history," the General said with satisfaction. "Such mystifications have often been important. "
"And Diotima? " Ulrich inquired cautiously.
'Well, she has speedily had to jettison Amor and Psyche and is now, together with a painter, designing the parade of regional cos- tumes. It will be called: 'The clans of Austria and Hungary pay hom- age to internal and external peace,' " Stumm reported, and now turned pleadingly toward Agathe as he noticed that she, too, was parting her lips to smile. "I entreat you, dear lady, please don't say anything against it, and don't permit any objection to it either! " he begged. "For the parade of regional costumes, and apparently a mili- tary parade, are all that is definite so far about the festivities. The Tyrolean militia will march down the Ringstrasse, because they al- ways look picturesque with their green suspenders, the rooster feath- ers in their hats, and their long beards; and then the beers and wines of the Monarchy are to pay tribute to the beers and wines of the rest of the world. But even here there is still no unanimity on whether, for instance, only Austro-Hungarian beers and wines shall pay trib- ute to those of the rest of the world, which would allow the charming Austrian character to stand out more hospitably by renouncing a trib- ute from the other side, or whether the foreign beers and wines should be allowed to march along as well so that they can pay hom- age to ours, and whether they have to pay customs duties on them or
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not. At any rate, one thing is certain: that there never has been and never can be a parade in this country without people in Old Ger- manic costumes sitting on carts with casks and on beer wagons drawn by horses; and I just can't imagine what it must have been like in the actual Middle Ages, when the Germanic costumes weren't yet old and wouldn't even have looked any older than a tuxedo does today! "
But after this question had been sufficiently appreciated, Ulrich asked a more delicate one. ''I'd like to know what our non-German nationalities will say to the whole thing! "
"That's simple: they'll be in the parade! " Stumm assured him cheerfully. "Because if they won't, we'll commandeer a regiment of Bohemian dragoons into the parade and make Hussite warriors out of them, and we'll drag in a regiment of Ulans as the Polish liberators of Vienna from the Turks. "
"And what does Leinsdorf say to these plans? '' Ulrich asked hesitantly.
Stumm placed his crossed leg beside the other and turned serious. "He's not exactly delighted," he conceded, relating that Count Leinsdorf never used the word "parade" but, in the most stubborn way possible, insisted on calling it a "demonstration. " "He's appar- ently still thinking of the demonstrations he experienced," Ulrich said, and Stumm agreed. "He has often said to me," he reported, " Whoever brings the masses into the street is taking a heavy respon- sibility upon himself, General! ' As if I could do anything for or against it! But you should also know that for some time we've been getting together fairly often, he and I. . . . "
Stumm paused, as if he wanted to leave space for a question, but when neither Agathe nor Ulrich asked it, he went on cautiously: "You see, His Excellency ran into another demonstration. Quite recently, on a trip, he was nearly beaten up in B - - by the Czechs as well as the Germans. "
"But why? " Agathe exclaimed, intrigued, and Ulrich, too, showed his curiosity.
"Because he is known as the bringer of peace! " Stumm pro- claimed. "Loving peace and people is not so simple in reality-"
"Like with the apple woman! " Agathe broke in, laughing.
"I really wanted to say, like with a candy jar," Stumm corrected her, adding to this discreet reproach for Ulrich the observation on
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Leinsdorf: "Still, a man like him, once he has made up his mind, will totally and completely exercise the office he has been given. "
"What office? " Ulrich asked.
"Every office! " the General stated. "On the festival reviewing stand he will sit beside the Emperor, only in the event, of course, that His Majesty sits on the reviewing stand; and, moreover, he is drafting the address ofhomage from our peoples, which he will hand to the All-Highest Ruler. But even ifthat should be all for the time being, I'm convinced it won't stay that way, because if he doesn't have any other worries, he creates some: such an active nature! By the way, he would like to speak with you," Stumm injected tenta- tively. ,
Ulrich seemed not to have heard this, but had become alert. "Leinsdorfis not 'given' an office! " he said mistrustfully. "He's been the knob on top of the flagstaff all his life! "
'Well," the General said reservedly. "I really didn't mean to say anything; of course he is and always was a high aristocrat. But look, for example, not long ago Tuzzi took me aside and said to me confi- dentially: 'General! If a man brushes past me in a dark alley, I step aside; but if in the same situation he asks me in a friendly way what time it is, then I not only reach for my watch but grope for my gun too! ' What do you say to that? ''
'What should I say to that? I don't see the connection. "
"That's just the government's caution," Stumm explained. "In re- lation to a World Peace Congress it thinks of all the possibilities, while Leinsdorfhas always been one to have his own ideas. "
Ulrich suddenly understood. "So in a word: Leinsdorf is to be removed from leadership because people are afraid ofhim? "
The General did not answer this directly. "He asks you through me to please resume your friendly relations with your cousin Tuzzi, in order to find out what's going on. I'm saying it straight out; he, of course, expressed it in a more reserved fashion," Stumm reported. And after a brief hesitation, he added by way of excuse: "They're not telling him everything! But then that's the habit of ministries: we don't tell each other everything among ourselves either! "
'What relationship did my brother really have with our cousin? " Agathe wanted to know.
Stumm, snared in the friendly delusion that he was pleasantly jok-
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ing, unsuspectingly assured her: "He's one of her secret loves! " add- ing immediately to encourage Ulrich: "I have no idea what happened between you, but she certainly regrets it! She says that you are such an indispensable bad patriot that all the enemies of the Fatherland, whom we are trying to make feel at home here, must really love you. Isn't that nice ofher? But ofcourse she can't take the first step after you withdrew so willfully! "
From then on the leave-taking became rather monosyllabic, and Stumm was mightily oppressed at such a dim sunset after he had stood at the zenith.
Thus it was that Ulrich and Agathe got to hear something that brightened their faces again and also brought a friendly blush to the General's cheeks. 'We've got rid ofFeuermaul! " he reported, happy that he had remembered it in time and adding, full of scorn for that poet's love of mankind: "In any event, it's become meaningless. " Even the "nauseating'' resolution from the last session, that no one should be forced to die for other people's ideas, whereas on the other hand everyone should die for his own-even this resolution, which would fundamentally ensure peace, had, as was now apparent, been dropped, along with everything belonging to the past, and at the General's instigation was no longer even on the agenda. 'We sup- pressed a journal that printed it; no one believes such exaggerated rumors anymore! " Stumm added to this news, which seemed not quite clear in view ofthe preparations under way for a pacifistic con- gress. Agathe then inteivened a little on behalf of the young people, and even Ulrich finally reminded his friend that the incident had not been Feuermaul's fault. Stumm made no difficulties about this, and admitted that Feuermaul, whom he had met at the house of his pa- troness, was a charming person. "So full of sympathy with every- thing! And so spontaneously, absolutely, really good! " he exclaimed appreciatively.
"But then he would most certainly be an estimable addition to this Congress! " Ulrich again threw in.
But Stumm, who had meanwhile been making serious prepara- tions to leave, shook his head animatedly. "No! I can't explain so briefly what's involved," he said resolutely, "but this Congress ought not to be blown out ofproportion! "
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While Ulrich was personally escorting the parting guest to the door, Agathe, defying an inner self-reproach, carried out something she had decided on with lightning speed. Even before Stumm's intru- sion, and again a second time in his presence, her eye had been caught by a pile of loose papers lying in one of the drawers of the desk, on both occasions through a suppressed motion of her brother's, which had given the impression that he would have liked to refer to these papers during the conversation but could not make up his mind-indeed, deliberately refrained from doing so. Her inti- macy with him had allowed her to sense this more than guess it on any substantive basis, and in the same way she also understood that this concealment must be connected with the two of them. So when he was barely out of the room she opened the drawer, doing so, whether it was justified or not, with that feeling which furthers quick decisions and does not admit moral scruples. But the notes that she took up in her hands, with many things crossed out, loosely con- nected and not always easily decipherable, immediately imposed a slower tempo on her passionate curiosity.
"Is love an emotion? This question may at first glance seem non- sensical, since it appears so certain that the entire nature oflove is a process of feeling; the correct answer is the more surprising: for emotion is really the least part oflove! Looked at merely as emotion, love is hardly as intense and overwhelming, and in any event not as strongly marked, as a toothache. "
The second, equally odd note ran: "A man may love his dog and his wife. A child may love a dog more dearly than a man his wife. One person loves his profession, another politics. Mostly, we seem to love general conditions; I mean-ifwe don't happen to hate them-their inscrutable way of working in concert, which I might call their 'horse-stall feeling': we are contentedly at home in our life the way a horse is in its stall!
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"But what does it mean to bring all these things that are so dispar- ate together under the same word, 'love'? A primordial idea has set- tled in my mind, alongside doubt and derision: Everything in the world is love! Love is the gentle, divine nature of the world, covered by ashes but inextinguishable! I wouldn't know how to express what I understand by 'nature'; but if I abandon myself to the idea as a whole without worrying about it, I feel it with a remarkably natural cer- tainty. At least at moments. "
Agathe blushed, for the following entries began with her name. "Agathe once showed me places in the Bible; I still vaguely remem- ber how they ran and have decided to write them down: 'Everything that happens in love happens in God, for God is love. ' And a second says: 'Love is from God, and whosoever loves God is born of God. ' Both these places stand in obvious contradiction to each other: in one, love comes from God; in the other, it is God!
"Therefore the attempts to express the relationship of 'love' to the world seem fraught with difficulty even for the enlightened person; how should the uninstructed understanding not fail to grasp it? That I called love the nature of the world was nothing but an excuse; it leaves the choice entirely open to say that the pen and inkpot I am writing with consist oflove in the moral realm of truth, or in the em- pirical realm of reality. But then how in reality? Would they then consist of love or would they be its consequences, the embodying phenomenon or intimation? Are they already themselves love, or is love only what they would be in their totality? Are they love by na- ture, or are we talking about a supranatural reality? And what about this 'in truth'? Is it a truth for the more heightened understanding, or for the blessedly ignorant? Is it the truth of thinking, or an incom- plete symbolic connection that will reveal its meaning completely only in the universality of mental events assembled around God? What of this have I expressed? More or less everything and nothing!
"I could also just as well have said about love that it is divine rea- son, the Neoplatonic logos. Or just as well something else: Love is the lap ofthe world: the gentle lap ofunselfconscious happening.
