I. Introduction |
Was morsch ist, soll brechen. | That what is rotten shall break. |
The perception any work of literature depends on many
things for example on one's experiences, on one's sensitivity,
on the circumstances in which one lives. People who
are surrounded by people who don't want anything, people
totally satisfied with what they have, people who are
not sensitive enough to realise that life is more than
just eat and drink, people who do not realise their
own insufficiency, or people who do not have enough
fantasy to see that their horizon is quite limited.
Faust will show us a lot of people not wishing
for anything more than just eat and drink. He shows
us people that read books as other people collect stamps;
he shows us people who have so little experience outside
their own small worlds that they spend their days by
pointing out the mistakes of others. The work shows
us Hollywood before Hollywood existed. It shows us the
hypocrisy in many different forms and above all it shows
us Faust himself, who is bright, and able, enough to
see through these people.
For the author, of this chapter, Faust is something very topical, so topical that, in certain circumstances, Faust can be made into a weapon. If one were to quote the phrases of Faust, printed below, to a professor, or another hypocrite, or to a person who is always quoting Faust, to demonstrate their 'great education', it can be guaranteed that you'll have success at making an impression - the author has tried it.
FAUST | FAUST. |
Such Er den redlichen Gewinn!
Sei Er kein schellenlauter Tor! Es trägt Verstand und rechter Sinn Mit wenig Kunst sich selber vor! Und wenn's euch Ernst ist, was zu sagen, Ist's nötig, Worten nachzujagen? Ja, eure Reden, die so blinkend sind, In denen ihr der Menschheit Schnitzel kräuselt, Sind unerquicklich wie der Nebelwind, Der herbstlich durch die dürren Blätter säuselt! |
Seek for the really honest gain! Don't be a fool in loudly tinkling dress! Intelligence and good sense will express Themselves with little art and strain. And if in earnest you would say a thing, Is it needful to chase after words? Ah, yes, Your eloquence that is so glittering, In which you twist up gewgaws for mankind, Is unrefreshing as the misty wind, Through withered leaves in autumn whispering. |
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