Legends

ide. An accident (?) has brought into my hands Schikaneder's text of the opera of the Magic Flute. The sufferings and temptations of the young pair suggest to me the

he vulture gnaws his liver. And at last the rebel is admitted to

, and immediately evil

known, in the old books of the Veda, Creation is represented as a single act of sacrifice, in which God, both Priest and Victim,

, which, through the stone, plant, animal, human, and angelic kingdoms, climb up to heaven, only to fall down

t is su

is father from the throne, and took all possible precautions not to be dethroned himself. When the giants attacked him, and most of the gods left him in the lurch, in a cowardly wa

s against it when they believed themselves threatened by it. The Jews were animated by the same feelings as the heathen. They had

the snake had prophesied, God said, 'Behold, Adam has become as one of us, to know good and evil.' And He ad

stitution to maintain that power, while preventing others from raising themselves in their turn. Hence sprang the conflict, men e

pened with a vengeance! On

of men, and they brought forth children. From this inter-mixture came

ctory mind, and the Ego inflated its

doctor of music. My friend the philosopher, to whom I had imparted the discovery of our rela

ne, who was not at home in th

and carries awa

and of a woman he had seduced committed suicide on his account-is unrolled in a succession of melancholy tones like

ur health!" s

coming on and the terrible chromatic successions of notes echo like innumerable waves which ri

ant is closed. The party must break up and go, each to his lonely bed. As we pass the Cathedral veiled in the shadows of the nig

ind that it is a photographer working in his shop by the magnesium light. We are annoyed at our nervo

ish, at the same moment. When I have taken off my overcoat,

ut again and spend the night in the dark and dirty streets. But weari

othbrush falls from the washing-stand on to the ground without any visible cause. Immediately afterwards the cover of my ju

helpless before a jug cover which defies the law of gravitation. Fear of the

ontinued to read. Then there fell a spark, or a small will-o'-the-wisp, like a sno

more, and yet have no power to keep myself awake. This is really hell! As I feel the torpor of sl

against heaven! Heaven in i

unequal strife I see will-o'-the-wisps even in broad daylight, but I attribute this to an affection of the eyes.

's face. They settle on people's backs, and their presence is felt in the limbs. They preach that one should not believe what the instructing spirits, together with the angels, have said, nor behave himself in accordance with their teaching, but live in licence and liberty as he choose