Berthold Auerbach

Berthold Auerbach: Drei einzige T chter. Drei Novellen Erstdruck: Stuttgart, Cotta, 1875. Inhaltsverzeichnis: Drei einzige T chter. Der Fels der Ehrenlegion. Auf Wache. Nannchen von Mainz. Neuausgabe mit einer Biographie des Autors. Herausgegeben von Karl-Maria Guth. Berlin 2019. Umschlaggestaltung von Thomas Schultz-Overhage unter Verwendung des Bildes: Mary Cassatt, Junge Frau im Gr nen, 1914. Gesetzt aus der Minion Pro, 11 pt.

Berthold Auerbach: Drei einzige T chter. Drei Novellen Erstdruck: Stuttgart, Cotta, 1875. Inhaltsverzeichnis: Drei einzige T chter. Der Fels der Ehrenlegion. Auf Wache. Nannchen von Mainz. Neuausgabe mit einer Biographie des Autors. Herausgegeben von Karl-Maria Guth. Berlin 2019. Umschlaggestaltung von Thomas Schultz-Overhage unter Verwendung des Bildes: Mary Cassatt, Junge Frau im Gr nen, 1914. Gesetzt aus der Minion Pro, 11 pt.

"What if I die under it?" The thought recurred again and again, as I walked home from Haddon's. It was a purely personal question. I was spared the deep anxieties of a married man, and I knew there were few of my intimate friends but would find my death troublesome chiefly on account of their duty of regret. I was surprised indeed, and perhaps a little humiliated, as I turned the matter over, to think how few could possibly exceed the conventional requirement. Things came before me stripped of glamour, in a clear dry light, during that walk from Haddon's house over Primrose Hill. There were the friends of my youth: I perceived now that our affection was a tradition, which we foregathered rather laboriously to maintain. There were the rivals and helpers of my later career: I suppose I had been cold-blooded or undemonstrative-one perhaps implies the other. It may be that even the capacity for friendship is a question of physique. There had been a time in my own life when I had grieved bitterly enough at the loss of a friend; but as I walked home that afternoon the emotional side of my imagination was dormant. I could not pity myself, nor feel sorry for my friends, nor conceive of them as grieving for me.