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The Indian Lily and Other Stories

The Indian Lily and Other Stories

Sudermann, Hermann

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ISBN10: 115370692X
ISBN13: 9781153706926
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 120
Weight: 0.41
Height: 0.28 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ... suffering of the last hours put to scorn, the more could he master a kind of grim humour. He, the shepherd of souls, felt it his duty to venture upon the valley of the shadow to which he had so often led the trembling candidate of death, with the boldness of a hero in battle. This poor, timid soul, who had never been able to endure the angry barking of a dog, played with the terror of death like a bull-necked gladiator. Read me a song of death, but a strengthening one, he would say repeatedly during the day, but also at night, if he could not sleep. He needed it as a child needs its cradle song. Often he was angry when in her confusion and blinded by unshed tears, she chose a wrong one. Like a literary connoisseur who rolls a Horatian ode or a Goethean lyric upon his tongue-even thus he enjoyed these sombre stanzas. There was one: I haste to my eternal home, in which the beyond was likened to a bridal chamber and to a crystal sea of blessednesses. There was another: Greatly rejoice now, O my soul, which would admit no redeeming feature about this earth, and was really a prayer for release. And there was one filled with the purest folly of Christendom: In peace and joy I fare from hence. And this one promised a smiling sleep. But they were all overshadowed by that rejoicing song: Thank God, the hour has come! which, like a cry of victory, points proudly and almost sarcastically to the conquered miseries of the earth. The Will to Live of the poor flesh intoxicated itself with these pious lies as with some hypnotic drug. But at the next moment it recoiled and gazed yearningly and eager eyed out into the sweet and sinful world, which didn't tally in the least with that description of it as a vale of tears, of which the hymns were so full. Mary read obediently what he demanded. Close to her face she held the narrow hymn-book, fighting down her sobs. For he did not think of the tortures he prepared for his anxiously hoping wife. Why did he...

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