ice ever loved。 The false and worthless world views virtually all terary characters falsely and worthlessly。 Who of my many slanderers and snake�tongued enemies had ever reproached me that I am destined to play the role of chief lover in a second�class theater？ And yet it is true。 If the scoundrels had had wit； they would have painted “the production and direction” on one side； and me lying at your feet on the other。 Look to this picture and to that in English— they would have written underneath。 But dumb scoundrels they are and dumb they will remain； in all eternity。
Momentary absence is good； for in constant presence things seem too much alike to be differentiated。 Proximity dwarfs even towers； while the petty and the monplace； at close view； grow too big。 Small habits； which may physically irritate and take on emotional form； disappear when the immediate object is removed from the eye。 Great passions； which through proximity assume the form of petty routine； grow and again take on their natural dimension on account of the magic of distance。 So it is with my love。 You have only to be snatched away from me even in a mere dream； and I know immediately that the time has only served； as do sun and rain for plants； for growth。 The moment you are absent； my love for you shows itself to be what it is； a giant； in which are crowded together all the energy of my spirit and all the character of my heart。 It makes me feel like a man again； because I feel a great passion； and the multifariousness； in which study and modern education entangle us； and the skepticism which necessarily makes us find fault with all subjective and objective impressions； all of these are entirely designed to make us all small and weak and whining。 But love—not love for the Feuerbach�type of man；