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"'
There
is
only
one
remedy
!
One
thing
alone
can
us
from
being
ourselves
cure
!
"
The
finger
came
down
on
the
desk
with
a
smart
rap
.
The
case
which
he
had
made
to
look
so
simple
before
became
if
possible
still
simpler
--
and
altogether
hopeless
.
There
was
a
pause
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
,
"
strictly
speaking
,
the
question
is
not
how
to
get
cured
,
but
how
to
live
.
"
'
He
approved
with
his
head
,
a
little
sadly
as
it
seemed
.
"
Ja
!
ja
!
In
general
,
adapting
the
words
of
your
great
poet
:
That
is
the
question
...
"
He
went
on
nodding
sympathetically
...
"
How
to
be
!
Ach
!
How
to
be
.
"
'
He
stood
up
with
the
tips
of
his
fingers
resting
on
the
desk
.
"'
We
want
in
so
many
different
ways
to
be
,
"
he
began
again
.
"
This
magnificent
butterfly
finds
a
little
heap
of
dirt
and
sits
still
on
it
;
but
man
he
will
never
on
his
heap
of
mud
keep
still
.
He
want
to
be
so
,
and
again
he
want
to
be
so
...
"
He
moved
his
hand
up
,
then
down
...
"
He
wants
to
be
a
saint
,
and
he
wants
to
be
a
devil
--
and
every
time
he
shuts
his
eyes
he
sees
himself
as
a
very
fine
fellow
--
so
fine
as
he
can
never
be
...
In
a
dream
...
"
'
He
lowered
the
glass
lid
,
the
automatic
lock
clicked
sharply
,
and
taking
up
the
case
in
both
hands
he
bore
it
religiously
away
to
its
place
,
passing
out
of
the
bright
circle
of
the
lamp
into
the
ring
of
fainter
light
--
into
shapeless
dusk
at
last
.
It
had
an
odd
effect
--
as
if
these
few
steps
had
carried
him
out
of
this
concrete
and
perplexed
world
.
His
tall
form
,
as
though
robbed
of
its
substance
,
hovered
noiselessly
over
invisible
things
with
stooping
and
indefinite
movements
;
his
voice
,
heard
in
that
remoteness
where
he
could
be
glimpsed
mysteriously
busy
with
immaterial
cares
,
was
no
longer
incisive
,
seemed
to
roll
voluminous
and
grave
--
mellowed
by
distance
.
"'
And
because
you
not
always
can
keep
your
eyes
shut
there
comes
the
real
trouble
--
the
heart
pain
--
the
world
pain
.
I
tell
you
,
my
friend
,
it
is
not
good
for
you
to
find
you
can
not
make
your
dream
come
true
,
for
the
reason
that
you
not
strong
enough
are
,
or
not
clever
enough
.
.
Ja
!
...
And
all
the
time
you
are
such
a
fine
fellow
too
!
Wie
?
Was
?
Gott
im
Himmel
!
How
can
that
be
?
Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
"
'
The
shadow
prowling
amongst
the
graves
of
butterflies
laughed
boisterously
.
"'
Yes
!
Very
funny
this
terrible
thing
is
.
A
man
that
is
born
falls
into
a
dream
like
a
man
who
falls
into
the
sea
.
If
he
tries
to
climb
out
into
the
air
as
inexperienced
people
endeavour
to
do
,
he
drowns
--
nicht
wahr
?
...
No
!
I
tell
you
!
The
way
is
to
the
destructive
element
submit
yourself
,
and
with
the
exertions
of
your
hands
and
feet
in
the
water
make
the
deep
,
deep
sea
keep
you
up
.
So
if
you
ask
me
--
how
to
be
?
"
