these gymnastics of German metaphysics seem to have no other office than that of harmlessly emptying the brain of all its electricity.
Their battery strikes no hammer, turns no wheel.
, having decided that he was not the washstand, smoked, took beer, and walked out to meet some philosophic friend, who, viewing himself inclusive
, as the Germans say, thought he might be that among other things.
Fatherland meantime going to the Devil — strong hands wanted, clear, practical brains,--infinitesimal oppression to be undermined, the century helped on. ‘I am not the washstand,’ says Fichte
; ‘I am everything,’ says Hegel
Fatherland, take care of yourself.
Yet who shall say that it is not a vital point to know our real selves from the factitious personalities imposed upon us, and to distinguish between the symptoms of our fancy and the valid phenomena of our lives?”
The Journal says:--
“At 11.53 [September 24] finished my Essay on Religion, for the power to produce which I thank God.
I believe that I have in this built up a greater coherence between things natural and things divine than I have seen or heard made out after this sort by anyone else.
I therefore rejoice over my work, . . . hoping it may be of service to others, as it has certainly been to me.”
Two days later she adds, “I leave this record of my opinion of my work, but on reading it aloud to Paddock
I found the execution of the task to have fallen ”