United States or Falkland Islands ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
I have not even had the time to read them." "Read them now, quickly." "'He who slanders and listens to slander, let him be punished. "That is shameful that is mean!" said Frau Karschin, while Goethe re-read the cutting epigram. "That is just like Rammler; his tongue is like a two-edged sword for every one but himself, and he fans his own glories, and does not know that he is a fool.
I hope you will not visit the very learned Herr Nicolai, the insipid prosaist, the puffed-up rationalist, who believes that his knowledge permits him to penetrate every thing, and who is a veritable ass." "No, I am not going to Nicolai, Rammler, or Engel, or, as they should be named, the wise authors of Berlin.
"I will do it, sir," said the little woman sitting in the window-niche near a table to a young man standing near her. "I will do it, though I must tell you album writing is very common. But you must promise me to return here, and let me see what Herr Rammler writes, and tell me what he says about me. These are my conditions."
Frederick the Great himself called him so. One of his generals called his attention to him, upon which Frederick turned his horse, riding directly up to him, asking, 'Is this the distinguished Rammler? 'Yes, your majesty, I am he, the little professor proudly bowed. 'You are a fool! called out Frederick, very loud, and rode away, as all around the 'Great Rammler' laughed and sneered.
You can imagine that the news of your arrival ran like wild-fire through the town. Nicolai, Rammler, Engel, Mendelssohn, and all the other distinguished gentlemen have stayed at home like badgers in their kennels, watching for you, so as not to miss your visit. At last they became desperate, and scolded furiously over your arrogance and pride in thinking yourself better than they.
"Why should I? The proud secretary of legation has already been in Berlin eight days, and wishes to prove to me that he cares little for Berlin philosophers. My noble friend, the great Lessing, cannot abide 'Gotz von Berlichingen; and Nicolai, Rammler, and Engel are the bitter opponents, the very antipodes of the rare genius and secretary of legation from Weimar.
You must know, Goethe, that Professor Rammler despises my poems, because I am not so learned in Greek and Roman mythology as he is. Now tell me, my young friend, what did he say about me?" "I promised you, upon my word of honor, to tell you every thing, but I hope you will release me from the promise." sighed the young man. "No, that I will not.
"Go to Professor Rammler, and: then return and show me what he writes, for I am convinced . Oh, Heavens! there is a stranger," she cried, as she discovered Goethe, who had remained standing by the door. "Yes, a stranger," said Goethe, smiling, and approaching, as the happy possessor of the album withdrew "a stranger would not leave Berlin without visiting the German poetess."
Why have you not called upon them?" There was a loud knocking at the door, and the young man with his album entered, almost breathless. "Here I am," said he, "I came directly from Professor Rammler here, as I promised you." "You saw him, then? Has he written something for you?" "Yes, I saw him, and he granted my request." "And abused me, did he not, with his nose turned up?
Word Of The Day