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"They are tales written by an author, like Hans Christian Andersen. The fairy tale genre was passionately cultivated by the Romantics. One of the German masters of the genre was E.T.A, Hoffmann."buy property with bitcoin australia"I've heard of The Tales of Hoffmann."
"The fairy tale was the absolute literary ideal of the Romantics--in the same way that the absolute art form of the Baroque period was the theater. It gave the poet full scope to explore his own creativity.""He could play God to a fictional universe.""Precisely. And this is a good moment to sum up.""Go ahead.""The philosophers of Romanticism viewed the 'world soul' as an 'ego' which in a more or less dreamlike state created everything in the world. The philosopher Fichte said that nature stems from a higher, unconscious imagination. Scheliing said explicitly that the world is 'in God.' God is aware of some of it, he believed, but there are other aspects of nature which represent the unknown in God. For God also has a dark side."
"The thought is fascinating and frightening. It reminds me of Berkeley.""The relationship between the artist and his work was seen in exactly the same light. The fairy tale gave the writer free rein to exploit his 'universe-creating imagination.' And even the creative act was not always completely conscious. The writer could experience that his story was being written by some innate force. He could practically be in a hypnotic trance while he wrote."Gouges, Marie Olympe (1748-1793), Fr. author, played a prominent role during the French Revolution with numerous brochures on social questions and several plays. One of the few during the Revolution who campaigned for human rights to apply to women. In 1791 published "Declaration on the Rights of Women." Beheaded in 1793 for daring to defend Louis XVI and oppose Robespierre. (Lit: L. Lacour, "Les Origines du feminisme contem-porain," 1900)
Kant...the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me...It was close to midnight before Major Albert Knag called home to wish Hilde a happy birthday. Hilde's mother answered the telephone."It's for you, Hilde."
"Are you crazy? It's nearly midnight!""I just wanted to say Happy Birthday ...""You've been doing that all day.""... but I didn't want to call before the day was over."
"Why?""Didn't you get my present?""Yes, I did. Thank you very much.""I can't wait to hear what you think of it."
"It's terrific. I have hardly eaten all day, it's so exciting.""I have to know how far you've gotten."
"They just went inside the major's cabin because you started teasing them with a sea serpent.""The Enlightenment."
"And Olympe de Gouges.""So I didn't get it completely wrong.""Wrong in what way?""I think there's one more birthday greeting to come. But that one is set to music.""I'd better read a little more before I go to sleep.""You haven't given up, then?"
"I've learned more in this one day than ever before. I can hardly believe that it's less than twenty-four hours since Sophie got home from school and found the first envelope.""It's strange how little time it takes to read."
"But I can't help feeling sorry for her.""For Mom?"
"No, for Sophie, of course.""Why?"
"The poor girl is totally confused.""But she's only ...""You were going to say she's only made up.""Yes, something like that."
"I think Sophie and Alberto really exist.""We'll talk more about it when I get home."
"Okay.""Have a nice day."
"What?""I mean good night."
"Good night."When Hilde went to bed half an hour later it was still so light that she could see the garden and the little bay. It never got really dark at this time of the year.She played with the idea that she was inside a picture hanging on the wall of the little cabin in the woods. She wondered if one could look out of the picture into what surrounded it.Before she fell asleep, she read a few more pages in the big ring binder.
Sophie put the letter from Hilde's father back on the mantel."What he says about the UN is not unimportant," said Alberto, "but I don't like him interfering in my presentation."
"I don't think you should worry too much about that." "Nevertheless, from now on I intend to ignore all extraordinary phenomena such as sea serpents and the like. Let's sit here by the window while I tell you about Kant."Sophie noticed a pair of glasses lying on a small table between two armchairs. She also noticed that the lenses were red.
Maybe they were strong sunglasses . . ."It's almost two o'clock," she said. "I have to be home before five. Mom has probably made plans for my birthday."