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Naturally he took good care that it should not be his own: he thought he was sheltered from onslaught by the position of his family; and his relatives: and he saw no harm in the Jews, his allies, being mauled a little. Ehrenfeld and Goldenring, who were so far untouched, would not have been worried by attack: they could reply.
But he enjoyed the result: certain musicians whom Christophe had hitherto pursued with his sarcasms were astounded to see him grow gradually gentle and at last sing their praises. The staff of the Review were delighted. Mannheim used to read aloud his lucubrations to them. They roared with laughter. Ehrenfeld and Goldenring would say to Mannheim occasionally: "Be careful! You are going too far."
As a matter of fact, the attacks were cunningly instigated by Ehrenfeld and Goldenring: they could see no other way of inducing him to stop Christophe's polemics. Their perception was justified. Waldhaus at once declared that Christophe was beginning to weary him: and he withdrew his support. All the staff of the Review then tried hard to silence Christophe!
Ehrenfeld was little, bald, and smiling, had a fair beard and a sensitive, weary-looking face, a hooked nose, and he wrote the fashions and the society notes in the Review. In a silky voice he used to talk obscurely: he had a wit, though of a malignant and often ignoble kind.
It was the card of a musician whom he slaughtered. "A thousand thanks." Mannheim replied with a laugh: "It is ironical." Christophe was set at rest. "Oh!" he said. "I was afraid my article had pleased him." "He is furious," said Ehrenfeld: "but he does not wish to seem so: he is posing as the strong man, and is just laughing." "Laughing?... Swine!" said Christophe, furious once more.
It is good of you!..." "I've a proposal for you.... Some friends and I: Adalbert von Waldhaus, Raphael Goldenring, Adolf Mai, and Lucien Ehrenfeld, have started a Review, the only intelligent Review in the town: the Dionysos. Will you take over our musical criticism?" Christophe was abashed by such an honor: he was longing to accept: he was only afraid of not being worthy: he could not write.
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