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Beethoven was extraordinarily sensitive to the influences of Nature. Before his disease became serious he writes: "I wander about here with music-paper among the hills, and dales, and valleys, and scribble a good deal. No man on earth can love the country as I do." But one of Nature's most delightful modes of speech to man was soon to be utterly lost to him.
Later on he writes: "How is the amelioration of popular sovereignty to be effected?
McTaggart tells us, 'but a stable and timeless state. 'The true knowledge of God begins, Hegel writes, 'when we know that things as they immediately are have no truth. 'The consummation of the infinite aim, he says elsewhere, 'consists merely in removing the illusion which makes it seem yet unaccomplished.
Then he writes a letter to Trebatius, who had there a charming villa, bought no doubt with Gallic spoils. He is reminded of his promise, and going on to Rhegium writes his Topica, which he sends to Trebatius from that place.
"As we passed along," writes the essayist, "between Wem and Shrewsbury, and I eyed the blue hill tops seen through the wintry branches, or the red, rustling leaves of the sturdy oak-trees by the wayside, a sound was in my ears as of a siren's song.
A resident contemporary writes: "He was certainly a Reformer, but not a violent one. His most conspicuous services to the College were, in my opinion, these: Sage guidance of the turbulent and uncouth democracy of which a College Governing body consists.
In Orders and Regulations for his Territorial Commissioners, that is, those who hold the highest command over whole countries, he writes:
This must have been in 1876, for in a letter dated January 24, 1877, Turgenieff writes: "Poor Maupassant is losing all his hair. He came to see me. He is as nice as ever, but very ugly just at present." In 1880 the young man published a volume of poetry, Des Vers.
He writes to his sister, as if to relieve the fulness of his heart at the moment "I am in the most humbled state of mind I ever experienced, from the retreat we have made before the combined fleets all yesterday and this morning."
He publishes a monograph on the painters of Spain, artificial, confident, rhetorical, acute: as fascinating as a hide-and-seek drawing-room play he is so cleverly escaping from his ignorance and indiscretions all the while. Connoisseurs laugh, students of art shriek a little, and Ruskin writes a scathing letter, which was what he had played for. He had got something for nothing cheaply.
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