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Updated: June 28, 2025
All my more intimate friends were orthodox Christians, but the attempts which various ones, amongst them Julius Lange, and Jens Paludan-Mueller, had made to convert me had glanced off from my much more advanced thought without making any impression. I was made of much harder metal than they, and their attempts to alter my way of thinking did not penetrate beyond my hide.
I had admired her on the stage, even if not to the same extent as Michael Wiehe; but to me she was the representative of the great time that would soon sink into the grave. In addition, I ventured to hope that she, being a friend of Frederik Paludan-Mueller, Magdalene Thoresen and others who wished me well, would be at any rate somewhat friendly inclined towards me.
For Frederik Paludan-Mueller as a poet I cherished the profoundest admiration. He belonged to the really great figures of Danish literature, and his works had so fed and formed my inmost nature that I should scarcely be the same had I not read them. It was unalloyed happiness to have access to his house and be allowed to enjoy his company.
The gold medal was also won by my friend Jens Paludan-Mueller for a historic paper, and in October, at the annual Ceremony at the University, we were presented with the thin medal bearing the figure of Athene, which, for my part, being in need of a Winter overcoat, I sold next day.
In November, 1859, at exactly the same time as Kappers' "literary and scientific" society was started, a fellow-student named Groenbeck, from Falster, who knew the family of Caspar Paludan-Mueller, the historian, proposed my joining another little society of young students, of whom Groenbeck thought very highly on account of their altogether unusual knowledge of books and men.
Received to-day the terrible, incomprehensible, but only too certain news that the Danevirke has been abandoned without a blow being struck. This is indescribable, overwhelming. Thursday, Feb. 28th. We may, unfortunately, assume it as certain that my dear friend Jens Paludan-Mueller fell at Oversoe on Feb. 5th. Feb. 28th. Heard definitely to-day. At half-past one this night finished my essay.
First we read aloud in turns from Bjoernson's Arne, which was then new; a lagging conversation followed. Nutzhorn talked nonsense, Paludan-Mueller snuffled, Julius Lange alone occasionally let fall a humorous remark. The contrast between Nutzhorn's band, who took sociability calmly and quietly, and Kappers' circle, which met to work and discuss things to its utmost capacity, was striking.
It was, moreover, worded with unpardonable carelessness; it was impossible to tell from it what was to be understood by the correlation on which it was based, and which was assumed to be a given conclusion. Even so speculative a thinker as Frederik Paludan-Mueller called the question absolutely meaningless.
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