Академический Документы
Профессиональный Документы
Культура Документы
EXISTENCE
JOSE PH K E R K H O V E N S
T H I R D E X IST EN C E
FABER: OR T H E L O S T YEARS
(2nd Impression)
A N ov el
T H E TR IU M PH O F YO U T H
(3rd Impression)
by
TH E W O R L D S IL L U S IO N
(2nd Impression)
JACOB W A S S E R M A N N
T H E M A U R IZIU S CASE
E T Z E L A N D E R G A ST
W O R L D S ENDS
W EDLOCK
(2nd Impression)
M Y L IF E AS GERM AN AN D JEW
EDEN
and C E D A R P A U L
LONDON
GEORGE ALLEN
& U N W IN L T D
PUBLISHED
IN
GREAT
BRITAIN
A l l rights reserved
PRINTED
UNWIN
IN
GREAT
BROTHERS
BRITAIN
LTD.,
BY
WOKING
1 93 4
T R A N S L A T O R S PREFACE
E a r l y in January, when we were busily engaged upon the trans
lation of Joseph Kerkhovens Third Existence, which was (as events
turned out) to be Jacob Wassermanns last work, the news
reached us of his sudden death from heart failure on New Years
morning 1934. T h e tidings came as a considerable shock to us
(though we had never met the man): partly because so charming
a character breathes through this quasi-autobiographical novel,
since Wassermann, to those who can read between the lines,
is obviously himself Kerkhoven and in part Herzog; but
also because a year and a half earlier we had translated the same
authors Bula Matari, II. M . Stanley, Explorer, published by
Cassell & Company, Limited. W e had had a good deal of corre
spondence with the author about certain details of that remarkable
work, a correspondence which had privileged us to number
ourselves among his friends. Another great adventurer and
explorer had attracted Wassermanns pen, for he had written
of Columbus. But it is as a novelist that Wassermann has chiefly
become famous; and many, though by no means all of his novels
have been translated into English, and published in London
by Messrs. George Allen & Unwin, Limited. Arnold Bennett
called him the biggest of modern German novelists. O f The
Worlds Illusion, a reviewer declared that it was One of the
greatest works of fiction of this or any other century. In the
preface to The Triumph of Youth, a mediaeval fantasia, Emil
Ludwig wrote: I consider Jacob Wassermann to be one of the
greatest authors of our time. T h e Bookman, which is not
usually lavish of praise, wrote of Wedlock: It is a magnificent
achievement. Faber or The Lost Years is a notable work. Notable,
too, is the volume of short stories entitled Worlds' Ends, translated
by Lewis Galantiere.
Born in the Bavarian industrial town of Fiirth in 1873, the
son of a Jewish trader in a small way of business, Wassermann
had considerable difficulty in developing his talent for writing,
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
and the first book to bring him fame was a story of Jewish life
entitled The Jews of Zirndorf, recently translated by Cyrus
Brooks. Yes, Wassermann was of Jewish extraction, though he
did not look like a Jew (one would rather have regarded him
as a Spaniard, predominantly of the Mediterranean type a
type which is fairly common in Franconia), and his writings
were by no means confined to Jewish themes. Throughout his
career ran the tragedy by which the lives of so many German
Jews are devastated, the tragedy of a profound spiritual conflict
between his Jewish origin and his German nationality. That
conflict deepened during the last years of his life and brought
increasing sadness owing to circumstances which are familiar
to us all. Formerly a member of the Prussian Academy of Art,
Wassermann was, with other Jewish savants, deprived of that
distinction by the present German government. He was included
among the many distinguished authors in the First Official
Black-List for Prussia, the list published last spring of writers
whose works were banned from German public libraries.
In M y Life as German and Jew, Wassermann has given a
detailed account of the difficulties that beset those who are
brought up as Germans, feel as Germans, but are ostracised
from German life because they have Semitic instead of
Nordic blood in their veins although perhaps no race on
the European continent is more of a hotch-potch than that which
is called the German. M y Life as German and Jew was written
more than a decade ago; but the recent English translation
contains a concluding chapter entitled Twelve Years Later.
T h e work is free from bitterness, but not free from pain. Not
even in the concluding chapter is any specific mention made
of the official persecution of the Jews which has disgraced the
Hitlerite regime.
Enough of this painful topic. Let us return to Joseph Kerk
hovens Third Existence, which is a typically German book, and
in which none o f the characters are ostensibly Jews. It is the
third volume of a trilogy or saga, the two first volumes of the
series having been published in English as The Maurizius Case
TRANSLATORS'
PREFACE
IO
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
TRANSLATORS
PREFACE
11
12
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
April
19 3 4
CONTENTS
B O O K ONE
Syneidesis
PAGE 17
BO O K TW O
BOOK THREE
BOOK
ONE
Syneidesis
SYNEIDESIS
i
Incredible as the words may sound, it was true that only in the
moment of catastrophe did it dawn upon him that the ties
between himself and his wife were his very heart-strings. He
felt that Marie and his relationship to her were elements of his
pre-natal being, and that he had lived with her for years without
becoming aware of the fact. Is not this a common oversight,
and should a man feel guilty because he has been guilty of it?
W e have to accommodate ourselves to circumstances, and to
18
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
20
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
21
22
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
feeling. A crisis, if you like. And what have you done? Not
budged. So when the youngster brought me your message
he . . . What did you suppose? That hed change the current
o f my thoughts? Was it not natural in the circumstances that I
should feel you wanted to be quit of me and my love? Did you
not force me into the path I followed? Was it a crime to fancy
that you had set your heart on our doing what neither he nor
I had ventured to think of doing?
Her body trembled. Her glibness of tongue was decidedly
morbid. She was at one and the same time fighting for her
husband and for herself. W ith her face supported between her
hands, she gazed at him distraught. Kerkhoven endeavoured to
loosen the convulsive grip of her fingers upon her cheeks. A t last
he managed to say:
. I thought . . . the children. . . . After all, you are their
mother. I ve always looked upon you as a true mother to
them. . . .
Marie sobbed convulsively, and with a wry smile returned to
the charge.
The fact of being a mother does not compensate for every
thing. Motherhood may very well turn out to be a dudgeon into
which one thrusts away the woman and wife, to put her out of
harms way. You recognise that as clearly as I do. One can be
a mother and housekeeper and mistress of the home, or anything
else you like, but you cannot expect a woman of thirty-six to
live as though she were a widow while her husband dwells under
the same roof and is a man of flesh and blood. Surely you
understand that much?
He understood only too well, although he had never expected
to hear her speak so frankly about such matters. Kerkhoven was
taken aback. What would have been the good of saying: M y
road to join you has been strewn with a hundred sufferers begging
for help and relief; the clamour these poor wretches raised
stifled the sound of your voice. Had there been a thousand or a
million supplicants, still that would not have altered the fact
that here and now, in my very presence, is a creature, utterly
SYNEIDESIS
23
broken, a woman who has called to me in vain, and who, for me,
weighs heavier in the balances of fate than the entire universe
put together.
6
He felt that in the present crisis it was incumbent upon him to
devote as much o f his time as was practicable to Marie.
Kerkhoven cried off his lectures, declaring that he was too ill to
deliver them; refused to allow his work to encroach upon his
private life; was loth to answer telegrams and telephone calls.
In a word, what a few weeks earlier appeared impossible of
attainment came about quite naturally. Nobody and nothing
afforded him the slightest interest save Marie. I f an urgent
request for his services came from Berlin, he would return
immediately the consultation was over.
From morning till night he was, whenever possible, at M aries
side. Should he leave the room for a moment, she would have
an attack of giddiness, would suffer from nausea and shivering
fits; indeed the rigor was at times so violent that her teeth
chattered like pebbles in a box, and she would be seized with
violent colic. Hands uplifted, she implored him not to leave her
alone. She followed him into his study, his bedroom, or the
garden, while her head spun like a top. I f he persuaded her to
go to bed, she would obey as soon as he promised to stay by
her. Even at night she refused to be alone. She had his bed
brought into her room and placed beside hers. Hardly could she
bear to take her eyes off him. It seemed as if she dared not let
him out of her sight. Only if she constantly kept him in view,
could she feel assured that he did nothing, thought nothing, felt
nothing that would separate him from her. What she dreaded
most was his private reflections.
She could not sleep without sedatives. T h e fear of fears was
awakening in the morning, for with awakening came fear. Fear
is a word that drops lightly from the tongue though few realise
what it means. T o depict it one needs to employ the gaudiest
colours. Toads seemed to crawl over her body, the skin exuded
a slimy moisture, the brain was pressed within iron bands, the
24
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
heart beat wildly like that of a hunted beast, the stomach was
an alien monster tortured with cramps, light was a glare, smelling
and tasting became horrible, ones children with their endearing
ways and their questions put one on the rack, and if a visitors
foot kicked accidentally against the bed-post one could scream
with the agony of it.
Kerkhoven knew what fear meant. He had made a special
study of it in its every manifestation, and had found a name for
its many grades and aspects. But for all his experience of this
disease, in the case before him he was at fault. He was forced
to recognise something which he did not wish consciously to
accept and yet had to accept, namely: sensual ties and com
plications, abysses of sensual disintegration to which the exhausted
nerves bore witness, for in them memory persisted as the memory
of a life that has ceased persists in an excised heart which is
artificially induced to beat upon the experimenters table. The
pendulum swung to the other side; the twitchings of ardour
continued in the cold; a shudder occurred as a metamorphosis
of what once was pleasure. Such medical analyses proved highly
detrimental to him, for through them he was goaded into an
attitude of self-martyrdom. Kerkhoven became obsessed with the
desire to inflict a mortal injury upon the being whc,.had held
Marie in his arms. M urder alone could free him, and restore
his peace of mind. A bestial impulse, a despicable inclination no
doubt; but how was he to react against this inner urge? It was
like a voracious appetite, rendering him frenzied because of his
incapacity to overcome it. He was a creature to be pitied.
Marie was ready to tell him all he wanted to know, for this
was an infallible way of keeping him by her side; and so long
as he was there, fear was held at bay. She was, therefore,
reconciled to furnishing suitable answers to his unending
questions, although the pain of talking over her experience was
excruciating. Nevertheless, she felt instinctively that he did not
wish to be spared and, consequently, she did not spare him.
Even suffering procures a simulated pleasure. When she had
sufficiently lashed herself with words, her dreams and her
SYNEIDESIS
25
26
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
27
8
Marie brought to her knees by a mere boy! Marie, his proud
Marie? Kerkhoven could not get over that. T h e idea haunted
him, bored into his brain like an auger. How could such a thing
come to pass? He must know, he absolutely must know; and at
the very next talk, he put his question.
T h e household had already retired for the night, and Marie
and Joseph were alone in the sitting-room. She was ensconced
in an armchair; he sat on a dumpy nearby, holding her ice-cold
hands in his. For a long time she looked deep into his eyes
without saying a word. Then that terrifying sensation of euphoria
she had come to know so well flooded her being, altering her
demeanour so that she seemed to be playing a part.
Do you not understand? The power that an unsullied being
can exercise . . . the charm . . . oh, its indescribable . . .
particularly the charm, the exquisite sweetness of it all. . . .
One encounters that so rarely among men. Cant you understand
28
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
29
3o
JO S E P H
KERKH O VEN S
T H IR D
E X IS T E N C E
S Y N E ID E S IS
31
32
JO SEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
T H IR D
E X IS T E N C E
SYNEIDESIS
33
34
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
35
36
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
37
12
38
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
SYNEIDESIS
EXISTENCE
advised about was the things that had happened since his release.
T h e only way he couldfldescribe his condition was that he was
suffering from atrophy of his organs and his feelings. Food
stuck in his gizzard, he could not digest even the little he
swallowed, water was as nauseous to him as alcohol, he could
no longer differentiate colours, his skin lacked sensation, he was
unable to distinguish one sound from another, human voices
drummed on his ears like bugle-calls, the rustle of paper seemed
like the tinkling of glass, he had a dread o f the world around
him, and he could only rid himself of this anxiety when he held
a woman in his arms. Indeed, he could never have enough of a
womans company; this seemed to be the only sensation, the
only power left him. He felt that madness was imminent, that
he was suffering from an unquenchable thirst. Women appeared
to be aware of his longing, and threw themselves upon h im ; but
for some time now he had been unable to satisfy their needs. It
was horrible, especially since he took no further interest in himself,
in his higher aspirations. All he still possessed was a vague
memory of what he had once been; that in earlier days he was
an entire man whereas now, since Erichs death, he was no more
than half a man. What could a fellow do in this beastly world?
Oh, Doctor, cant you do something to help me? he implored.
Kerkhovens eyes probed the man. He had always expected
that time would wash such an anomaly on to his shores, a
creature resembling the Golem of the old Jewish myth, a thing
begotten of anti-divine and anti-creative forces. This meeting
was bound to be. What was one to say? What advise? It needed
some extreme visitation of the sort to make Joseph fully aware
of his own impotence, to bring home to him the fact that his
easy-going methods were in danger of being proved utterly
inadequate, that he himself ran the risk of becoming a cheat
and a self-deceiver. I f one took charge o f anothers fate, the
healing art would be placed higher than the individual sufferer.
That would be a wrong course, for it might send the patient over
the edge; impossible to fancy that mechanical and external aid
would prove helpful in this kind of case. No, the man himself
39
13
On the last day of October, Joseph and Marie spent the afternoon
in the open air; and in the evening, after dinner, Kerkhoven
said:
4o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
41
42
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Good. W ell first of all have to sell this estate and give up
the flat in Berlin. Close down the clinic. What money remains
over after we have settled outstanding debts will have to provide
necessaries for you and the children. I ll get along as best I may.
T he means I propo^S to adopt will come up for discussion later.
I ve long had a project in view, but I cannot speak about it yet.
All the same, so that you may have your share in my thoughts,
I will tell you that it concerns a small sanatorium, a place I
have often dreamed of inaugurating, somewhere in southern
Germany. . . . T ill I get my sanatorium, I have a lengthy
furrow to plough.
Why? W hy put it off?
Because, he hesitated, because I have a great mass of
work to get through first. You know about it already, my book
on Illusion.
She looked at him searchingly.
Joseph, my dear, that is not the true reason. You are hiding
something from me.
Right, quite right. But I do not know, Marie, whether . . .
I fear . . . T h ats the hardest thing of all I have to say to
you. . .
Marie shivered. She guessed. But she would not press him.
Her eyes were fixed steadily upon his. His attitude, as he sat
leaning back in his chair with the light shining down on his
massive head and brow, made a profound impression on her.
He looked beautiful, and she was always sensitive to beauty
even though her heart was ravaged and her mind distraught
with grief. Those who did not know her well were apt to
stigmatise her as an aesthete.
14
SYNEIDESIS
43
44
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
45
46
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
to live on. But you must not be asking me how the matter is
taking shape. Hard on you, doubtless. Nevertheless itll have
to be so. I m terribly in earnest, Marie. One day I ll write to
you. If at that moment you are as prepared as I am then no
further obstacle will lie between us.
*5
SYNEIDESIS
47
48
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
17
SYNEIDESIS
49
So
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
Si
52
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
53
for while she was on holiday at Zuoz she had a line from
Sophia.
Would it be indiscreet to let me see the letter in question?
asked Kerkhoven.
T h e old lady opened a drawer, and took out a bundle of
correspondence neatly tied. Kerkhoven was startled when his
eyes fell upon the handwriting, for it was crabbed, neat in the
extreme, and the lines were widely interspaced. Also there was
a very broad margin to the left of the text. T h e whole presented
a vivid picture to an expert in caligraphy.
I have letters from Frau von Andergast, said Kerkhoven,
but the writing was totally different from this, being what
w ed call a large hand, loose and flowing. I wonder what influences
were at work to bring about so considerable a change.
It has often puzzled me, too. Indeed, I mentioned the fact
to her once.
T h e cause must be looked for in a change of the emotional
sphere, said Kerkhoven thoughtfully. Not only that, but it
is something that has affected her psychological automatism.
Here we have all the signs of purposive concentration.
You are very near the truth, but I am not at liberty to
furnish details, answered his hostess with obvious reserve.
T h ey conversed quietly about one thing and another till, quite
casually so it would seem, Kerkhoven referred to Etzel. At
mention of the young mans name, the old lady shook her head,
and sighed.
Three days later, about noon, Kerkhoven got down from the
Engadine autocar at Sils-Maria, and from there wandered up
the Fextal. He had already climbed a considerable part o f the
way, when it occurred to him that he ought to have made
enquiries before leaving the village. As it was, he lacked any
definite goal, and yet was loth to turn back. Snow covered the
slopes, and the air was enchantingly pure, while the blue sky
was delicately veiled with a rosy film of mist. From time to
time he heard the call of a marmot among the undergrowth.
T h e altitude, coupled with the stiff ascent, had taxed his heart
54
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
55
56
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
57
Four days remained to Joseph Kerkhoven before the W ilhelmina was scheduled to sail. He broke the journey to Rotter
dam at Freiburg-in-Baden, in order to look up a friend of his
58
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
59
gerous one, nay criminal, unless one could ensure the most
serene unselfishness in those to whom its execution was en
trusted. Besides, what would become of the Paracelsian doctor
whose ideal was lovingkindness ? That notion could not be
revived until gentler times came, when human beings would
once more be able to kneel and pray. Obviously this story of
Herzogs put in question the worth of an individual life, for the
son had only committed suicide because the father, a man with
a dominant personality, had succeeded in convincing the son
of his own worthlessness, and had thus roused in the latter the
will-to-death. W ell, thought Kerkhoven, here we certainly
have a pointer, and it seems that imaginative writers are to be
the pace-makers for our race.
An even deeper impression than the story was produced upon
Kerkhoven by the author himself. Alexander Herzog was a man
of middle height, possessed o f a pleasing and well-modulated
voice. His eyes were dark and gloomy, his gestures reserved.
Though close upon sixty, he looked under fifty years of age.
His most striking feature was his forehead. It was so high, so
impressive, that in comparison with the remainder o f his face
it appeared almost as though it were an artificially imposed
structure. His entire aspect bespoke sadness and suffering. T h e
whole man produced the impression of a ceaseless inner activity,
so that the picture he presented was that o f an individual affected
with spiritual pain, a victim of starvation of the sensual life,
prisoned both in the world and in himself, yet able now and
again to find possibilities of escape to wrest himself from
the grip of the daimon whose presence was plain enough to
all those who had eyes to see. The longer Kerkhoven sat lis
tening entranced to the speaker, the more confirmed grew this
picture. It stamped itself so deeply into his memory that hence
forward he could never forget it. While he journeyed over the
seas to the Dutch Indies it accompanied him, and leapt up
clearly before him during his wanderings in Java. As we shall
see later, this recurrent memory of Alexander Herzog was, so
to say, fore-ordained.
60
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
22
SYNEIDESIS
61
62
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
63
64
JOSEPH
KERKHO^ENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
f
SYNEIDESIS
65
and the priests to kill him, since, sick as he was and outcast
from the favour of the gods, he was no longer worthy to live
among them.
Was it not, Kerkhoven asked himself, his friendship with
Irlen far more than his subsequent marriage with Marie, which
was once again pointing out to him the way he should go ? Had
not an unexpected combination of circumstances, the favour
of fortune, provided him with direct confirmation concerning
the law of the biological consciousness, of syneidesis, which the
great brain anatomist in Zurich had discovered and made known ?
He often thought of the evening when he had sat opposite that
man of might, seventy-five years of age, a giant in body as well
as in mind, who, from the throne of his wisdom, contemplated
the human medley, contemplated life and death, with the won
dering smile which is the indisputable prerogative of genius.
One day Kerkhoven said to Mabel Hardy whom he saw almost
daily:
If some one asked me to find a formula which would express
my existence to date, I should say that it had been a preparation
for another life to come, a life whose outlines were already
dimly perceptible. I dont mean by that the life beyond the
grave, but a continuation of the life I have begun on this earth
of ours. Once before, I had to take up life anew. It is quite
clear to me that one cannot expect to come out of the furnace
precisely as one went in.
Such words made a profound impression on Mabel, for all
her dreams were set in that super-world which he had so
cautiously placed in some distant future. Still, she did not take
Kerkhovens methods of expression very seriously. She con
sidered that he was apt to be carried away by mistaken enthusiasm,
and in spite of her devoted belief in him she felt convinced
that he was deceived as to his gifts and capacities, to the detri
ment of those qualities which would really be of value to him
and his work. He had cured her of a profound nervous depression
from which she was suffering in the early days of their acquain
tance, and he had done so without having recourse to any
c
66
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
27
SYNEIDESIS
67
68
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
. SYNEIDESIS
69
SYNEIDESIS
70
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
71
72
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
73
74
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
75
T h e first child to come under her roof was a boy of eight. She
had found little Heinz Binder sharing one small room with four
younger brothers and sisters, his mother, and three lodgers who
were out o f work. T h e father was a habitual drunkard, and had
never even tried to earn a livelihood for his family. Since in
his drunken excesses he constituted a danger to his wife and
children, the authorities had secured his entry into an inebriates
home. T h e woman was hard put to it to make a living, for odd
jobs such as she could do were becoming more and more difficult
to find. One day, returning from a fruitless hunt for work, she
made up her mind to kill herself. A neighbour had the four
youngest in charge. Heinz was at school. When he came home
at noon he found his mother hanging by a cord to the windowframe. W ith amazing presence of mind, the boy rushed to the
drawer where the knives were kept and cut the cord. He then
summoned the neighbours. T h e woman was still breathing. An
ambulance took her to the hospital.
Marie went to see Frau Binder there in order to talk over
what could be done for Heinz. She could hardly believe her
eyes when she learned the womans age. Twenty-nine! Y et she
looked not a day under fifty. Tw o of the little ones needed
medical care, and were taken to the childrens hospital, one o f
them suffering from Potts disease, the other from severe
anaemia. Tw o others were made welcome by a chauffeur and
his wife. There remained to be seen what could be done about
Heinz. T h e boy was suspicious, and refused to go along with
Marie. She was wearing a fur coat and gloves, and he could
not fathom what such an unusual apparition could mean. She
took his hand and spoke sofdyjto^him ; but the child began to
grin in a strange way that might signify almost anything:
76
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
77
SYNEIDESIS
78
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
79
80
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
34
SYNEIDESIS
81
82
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEtDESlS
83
84
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
85
36
Nor was it o f any avail to try and keep out o f D r. Hansens path,
or to reproach him for his infatuation. He listened humbly,
eagerly, attentively but he refused to leave her in peace, tracking
her down wherever she went. He invariably knew where to find
her, though it was hard to explain how he was so well informed
as to her movements. He rang her up on the vaguest pretexts.
He sent her flowers, which she promptly returned. He wrote
letters, and typed the address so as to make sure she would open
the envelope. Love-letters, composed in an extravagant style,
letters whose tone was hyperbolical, and yet whose language
never overstepped the limits of decorum and respect. He did not
trouble to hide the fact that he had resolved to win her in the
end, even if it meant following her to Greenland and being
clapped into gaol for ten years.
T h e mans completely crazy, she thought and yet she
could not see how to defend herself.
86
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
87
SYNEIDESIS
88
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
89
she was suffering to the pitch of bodily torment from the aim
lessness of her world, its bald pursuit of narrow aims, its savagery,
its hatred, its bloodthirstiness, and its mendacity. Even while
Joseph was still at her side, she had often experienced this
throttling fear of the world, notwithstanding the straightforward
ness of his will, notwithstanding his readiness to sacrifice himself,
and notwithstanding the power of his intelligence. Whither
Husband? she might have called to him. You seem to me
bewitched. Have you no heaven over your head, nothing to lean
upon outside yourself, must you always rush to extremes?
She had been sorry for him. In a letter she wrote him early that
summer was the passage: Our earthly existence seems to lack
meaning. Mankind seems to have no definite goal. A very little
reflection leads us, whithersoever we turn, to the question, What
is it all about? W hat is the inner meaning? When and where
is fulfilment? L ife as we know it cannot be all there is. That
would be so incredibly stupid!
What drove her to a belief in the inexpressible power so vaguely
adumbrated in the mind of humanity, was a thoroughly chaotic
impulse, sustained on a flood of enthusiasm, which permeated
her entire being. She could find no name for this sentiment;
indeed, she did not venture even to seek a name to describe it.
If she called it G od, she was not any more advanced. God
was a word that had been soiled by millenniums of misuse, had
become suspect and had lost all charm. T h e presiding genius
she imagined for herself, had neither face nor form; it was
merely a ray from the human imagination, a twinkle of starlight
in the night. T h is notion, withdrawing her as it did from a
personal concept o f the deity, paralysed her desire to help the
miserable creatures with whom her present life brought her into
contact. If she could not enfold all these fathers and mothers
and children in her arms and carry them upwards to the godhead,
she must at least raise them into the anteroom of the divine. Her
concept of the divine was not remotely incomprehensible,
as is the idea of God whom man is incapable o f contemplating.
One can give oneself up to the boldest speculations concerning
90
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
91
92
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
He got up and went to her as she made for the bell, staying her
hand.
You mean to summon your domestics, he said. T h ey ll
arrive too late. All will be over by the time they come. Hansen
pulled a pistol from his pocket, and contemplated it thoughtfully.
A cold shiver ran down M aries back. Certainly the man was
not joking. There was nothing melodramatic about his behaviour;
his dress was slovenly; his whole aspect was gloomy and
indifferent.
You have nothing to fear for yourself, he continued in the
same harsh voice, and with a strained smile twisting his lips,
though I must admit it would make a tidy headline quite
sensational M urder and Suicide in Niebuhr Strasse. A fine
scoop for our newspapers. T h e wife o f the famous physician
Dr. Joseph Kerkhoven the victim of a rejected lover . . .,
and so forth. Still, theres no question o f any such thing really.
M y original plan was to finish with it all before you got back.
I wanted you to see what you had made o f me. Agreed, there
was a streak o f revenge in the idea. Well, I just could not do it
until I had once more, one last time, looked upon your wonderful
face, Marie. Your life is worth a thousand such as mine, and the
best thing for me to do is to lay my worthless carcass at your feet.
The only action possible in such circumstances is for a nitwit
like myself to make some kind of demonstration. . . .
Eugen laid his finger on the trigger, and slowly raised his
eyes towards M aries mouth. Ever since girlhood, she had felt
curiously uneasy and bashful when a man looked at her m outh;
and now, in spite of the horrible suspense, this same feeling crept
shudderingly over her. She moved backward towards the wall,
seeking support. Not that she was anxious or weak! Laying the
palms of her hands against the wall, and throwing her head well
up, she said calmly:
Go ahead, get on with the job. Shoot yourself. W hats all
the talk about? T h e worlds well rid of a worm like you. Shoot,
and have done with it.
Ten seconds o f silence followed this outburst. Hansen looked
SYNEIDESIS
93
like a whipped cur. His arm sank nerveless to his side. He visibly
collapsed. Marie dragged herself to the sofa, and sat down.
She pointed to a chair nearby, and said:
Please be seated. Had you not better hear what I have to
say?
Hansen hesitated, then obeyed. Wisps o f hair clung to his
damp forehead. Marie went on:
If you fancy you can bring pressure to bear on me by that kind
o f blackmail, you are very much mistaken. No use protesting.
Blackmail, I repeat; thats the word for it. Listen. I am not a
woman who can easily be shocked because a man asks her to
sleep with him. Such things are absolutely indifferent to me.
But I dont allow men to force me into consent, see? You needed,
in the first instance, to prove that you were worth having. If
you had blown your brains out, it would have left me as cold as
if you had put a ten-pound note on the table for the pleasure of
a night together. I m not in the least touched, believe me. W hy,
I hardly know you. What is there about you to attract me? So
far you have shown neither consideration nor tender regard
nor manliness. You expect me to give myself to you merely
because youve got a maggot in your head that you want to possess
me. And you come here like a thief in the night to lay hands upon
something that is not given to you spontaneously. No, my friend,
I dont go in for such adventures. Y ou ll get nothing out o f me
by these tactics.
Hansen leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair, and, chin in
hand, listened attentively, feeling utterly crushed.
You are speaking the truth, he said gloomily, staring into
vacancy, but it does not help me in the least. I ask you as I
might ask Joseph Kerkhoven were he present what am I to do ?
How am I to regain in some measure my peace o f mind?
No one can advise you, only yourself. Your own will must
be your master.
Sorry, but thats a platitude.
Really? O f course anything one human being says to another
is subject to misinterpretation.
94
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
9S
Again and again, the young doctors question rang in her ears:
Is there any such creature as a new man ?
39
A fortnight later, she took train with her two boys to Diirrwangen,
a little place on the borders of Franconia and Swabia. Here she
intended to stay till the end o f summer, before moving farther
south. T h e sister o f her friend Tina Andenrieth, a warm-hearted
young woman who was married to de Ruyters the automobile
manufacturer, had offered Marie the use o f a country house
in the neighbourhood of Mersburg. She could enter into posses
sion in the autumn, and could convert it into an asylum for waifs
and strays. Herr de Ruyters had even placed a little capital at
her disposal. Marie could not make up her mind, for she still
felt that such an undertaking exceeded her powers. She needed a
period of collection. Besides, she felt uneasy about Joseph and
his movements. Since the end of M ay there had been no news
o f him. From time to time her body yearned for his proximity.
She dreamed that danger threatened him. Bitterness of heart
assailed her when she reflected that a husband had no business
to condemn his wife to so protracted a period o f widowhood.
There were days when she could not recall what he looked like.
A t other times she felt that she could actually hear the deep
tones of his voice, as if he stood close beside her, and spoke loving
words in her ear. T h e children asked impatiently for news of
Daddy. They looked upon his absence as something discredit
able, and hardly believed their mother when she expatiated
upon how wonderful were the adventures and how daring the
exploits he was engaged upon. Marie loved to tell them about
what their father was doing. Such tales made him human, clothed
him with flesh and blood, made him a friend and a husband
such as hitherto she had never possessed. She was happy in the
realisation of all he meant to her. In August she thought: Only
four months to run. In September, three. Tim e moved at a
snails pace. She was thirty-eight years old, but felt so young
that she could still hate old Father Tim e for going slowly.
96
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
97
4*
Neidhardts grand-daughter formed the centre of the picture.
As a girl of sixteen she had fallen from a ladder while at play
with some schoolfellows. Since then, she had been bedridden,
unable to move. Johanna was now nearly twenty-three years
old. Day in, day out, the poor girl lay on her back, staring into
vacancy. She ate hardly at all, some days taking merely half a
glass of milk and on others a little honey and water. T h e doctors
could not localise the trouble, but there was evidently a disorder
of the motor and sensory tracts.
For brief spaces Johanna was free from pain, and it was during
one of these interludes that Marie made her acquaintance. T h e
girl was terribly thin, and held her hands crossed upon her
emaciated bosom. Her great, patient eyes moved Marie pro
foundly. But Marie had no idea of the force which resided in
this poor, broken invalid. True, the girl was ill, she was slowly
dying, yet in her way she was showing fortitude and heroism.
Marie felt, however, that there was something above and beyond
these that sustained Johanna.
The pains set in anew during the second week in September.
So fierce were they that for considerable periods the sufferer
98
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
99
100
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
42
SYNEIDESIS
101
102
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
he was, Marie all the time sensed the presence of that thing he
was hiding from her. She would search his sunburnt face for a
solution to the riddle, and wondered what was the matter with
him.
43
She noticed that he received letters from England at fairly regular
intervals, and that he answered each one as it came. Joseph had
told her how he had made friends with a young married couple
while he was in Java. He mentioned the fact with assumed
indifference, hoping by his tone not to betray the further fact that
his interest in the wife exceeded his interest in the husband.
The first time he mentioned M abels name, Marie thought she
detected an emotional vibration in Josephs voice. T h is made
her suspicious, and she became amazingly cunning and artful
in her questions. She was delighted when he blushed like a
little boy.
Now then, she cried, smiling indulgently, out with it.
Own up. Y ou re in love, eh?
M e, in love? Nonsense.
It would seem so. You dont play the hypocrite well, not
being cut out for the part. I always know when you are not
telling the truth.
Marie, you see things that are not there. U p to your old
tricks, little woman.
In this instance you could easily cure me of m y old tricks
as you call them. Y ou r Mabel has probably given you a picture
o f herself.
M y Mabel? M arie, youre crazy!
Marie laughed heartily.
Well you see, she said, if you were a really good comrade
youd have shown me her picture long ago, without my having
to ask.
Looking a trifle ashamed of himself, Kerkhoven drew the
photo from its hiding-place. Marie contemplated it in silence.
Then she coloured slightly, and said as she handed it back:
Beautiful.
SYNEIDESIS
103
That was all. From this moment she never referred to the
subject again, and her surreptitious observation o f her husband
appeared to cease. Four weeks went by, busy weeks during which
Kerkhoven acquired a place named Seeblick near Steckborn
on the Lake of Constance, wherein to carry out his plans, and
where Marie, with the money the de Ruyters had given her,
installed a pavilion in the park as a centre for her child-welfare
activities. Then, unexpectedly, Mabel Hardy appeared upon the
scene. On her way to Geneva, unaccompanied by her husband,
she had come to Constance and had taken rooms in the Insel
Hotel. She rang up Kerkhoven to tell him she had arrived,
was intending to stay a week, and was expecting him.
Marie was on the rack the whole o f that week. Never had she
known such torture.
44
Every day, Kerkhoven drove over to see Mabel. Though he was
terribly pressed for time, he could always spare two or three
hours for this woman. When he returned from his visits to her
he appeared ten years younger, he was like a winged creature,
all aflame.
An amorous cure seems to have a marvellous effect on you,
said Marie, trying to seem rejoiced. You are so refreshed after
your visits. . .
You simply must get to know her, returned Kerkhoven.
T h eres no objection on my side, I assure you, answered
Marie.
Next day, he took his wife with him. Marie was prepared for
something unusual, in the way of feminine beauty, for she had
seen M abels photo, and knew that no portrait ever does justice
to the original. But the vision which presented itself, far exceeded
expectations. Marie was completely bewildered. She was inex
pressibly sensitive to what is called charm, and she was always
keenly appreciative o f beauty. In this respect she was as lacking
in jealousy or envy as if she were the mother o f all the lovely
and attractive women in the world. Mabel received her
unaffectedly, with an innocent candour which, in some undefin-
i o4
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
ios
io6
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
These thoughts raced through her head as the car slid along
the road which had been whitened by a light fall o f snow. Like
wise, Marie remembered, her husband had remained singularly
free from erotic adventures during the years of their married
life. T h e most beautiful and enticing women had left him cold ;
and if one had laid herself out to attract him, he had treated
her manoeuvres as a huge joke. Marie had never understood
why he was so ascetic, seeing that he was o f a passionate dispo
sition. She was by no means flattered, for she was far from
ascribing his abstinence to the power her own physical charms
might exercise over him. She attributed it, rather, to his tenacious
will, to his obdurate dislike for casual amours a dislike rooted
in his desire to avoid discomfort and to a fervent love for his work.
What were the special qualities that had enabled this English
woman to disturb his circles; what were the characteristics in
her which had transformed him into an ardent young man?
Or was it only the outcome of the surge of sexual feeling
which often occurs at the climacteric? Impossible! He was a
man who squandered nothing, because he had nothing left to
squander.
But this new tie he had formed was exquisitely painful to her.
What was she to do about it? What would be the wisest plan?
Should she magnanimously allow things to take their course
with the smile of one who would remain victress in the end?
There was something shameful about such a scheme, and shrewd
ness of the kind often recoiled upon itself. Should she make scenes,
insist upon her rights? That would be paltry. Anyhow, she
would keep her eyes open, must not allow herself to be taken
by surprise, must maintain a grip on herself.
As things turned out, however, her intentions were shattered
upon the rocks of fact. When the car stopped in front of the
hotel, Kerkhoven jumped out and extended a hand to help
Mabel down. Marie could not recall that he had ever shown such
courtesy to herself. Then he said three or four times: Farewell,
M abel, speaking to her formally as you not thou which
reminded Marie that he had given himself away during the
SYNEIDESIS
107
45
What bee have you got in your bonnet, Joseph? she began,
and her voice sounded harsh, far harsher than she could have
believed possible. He stared at her and she went on: I mean,
what precisely have you in mind? I should really like to know.
Surely you cannot expect me to continue being a complaisant
onlooker?
Kerkhoven betrayed anxiety.
I dont understand, M arie, he stammered.
You must know what you are up to, said Marie, in the
shrill tone that excitement invariably brought into her voice,
Either you are amusing yourself, in which case I ask you to
put an end to such folly; or you are in earnest, and, if so, I shall
have to clear out.
Marie, what are you talking about? I promise you . . . I
had not the faintest idea that . . . amusing myself . . . in
earnest. . . . But there is no question of one or the other. . .
I recognise that you have not the faintest idea o f what is going
108
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
on. All the more reason for me to put in a timely word, and tell
you how things are shaping themselves.
Things? What things? Please explain.
Marie looked him straight in the eyes, as one would look at
a child which lies when caught red-handed.
I can understand how unpleasant it is for you to be taken
unawares, she cried mockingly. You have always resented
being called to account. But, you see, Joseph, I cannot allow
myself to become the victim of how shall I express it? of
let us say, your thoughtlessness. I refuse to suffer the petty
betrayals and trickeries on the part of my husband that most
women close their eyes to. If you want to be successful in such
arts and wiles, you must get up earlier in the morning!
Kerkhoven was horrified by her whole demeanour. He felt
like a man who had gone to fish a river and who, having settled
in nicely to a good days sport had been informed that he was
fishing in private waters. Such a possibility had never occurred
to him. Never had he imagined that Marie would have raised
objections. There was not the ghost of a reason . . . at least
so he was pleased to think. In this surmise, he was not only
cheating Marie, but himself likewise. T rue he had not been
very observant of her recently, but his lack of observation was
that of a person who ceases to notice a priceless ornament
merely because it is always present for the seeing and is safely
under lock and key behind a glass door. He said with extreme
seriousness:
You are, honestly, barking up the wrong tree, M arie; and its
not so easy to explain. There is nothing between Mabel and
myself to give you a moments uneasiness. Our friendship is
. . . well it is like something out o f a fairy tale. Even the word
friendship does not apply, properly speaking. Mabel is the most
unusual creature its ever been my lot to know. . . .
Good God, man! exclaimed Marie, disconcerted.
I mean, he went on quickly, alarmed at the reaction to his
statement, I mean, from a particular point of view, in her
attitude towards love. Its almost like a plant, a sweet, slumbering
SYNEIDESIS
i o9
no
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Never had he held her thus, not even on the night o f their
reunion. He was shaken with amazement. No longer was she
merely giving herself to him. This was something outside his
experience, it was a liquefied glow. . . . Nothing remained of
his calm and collected Marie, whose senses were so difficult
to rouse. . . . Women were capable of greater variety in their
love demonstrations than were men. . . . Dim ly, Marie was
aware, amid the empurpled intoxication and joyance of her
passion, that now was the moment to efface for ever the visage
of another woman from her husbands mind if he were not to
behold that in imagination while clasping her, his wife, in his
embrace. Strange, thought Kerkhoven, I ve had to live on this
earth for fifty years before experiencing this miracle. In the
presence of destiny, we are all like little children, and never
grow up. . . .
46
Next day he had a long talk with Mabel. Again and again he
returned to the need for breaking off relationships, o f cutting
the ties of friendship ruthlessly and once for all. Kerkhoven did
not disclose what had taken place between Marie and himself.
There was no need too. Mabel made a shrewd guess. She under
stood. W ith bowed head and trembling lips, she laid her hands
in his, whispering:
You realise . . . I did not want anything . . . I feel myself
bound just as you . . . One has certain obligations . . . Enough
for me to know that you live on this earth. That knowledge
suffices, my dear.
He answered:
I have m y moorings over there, by her side. I stand and fall
with her. Y ou , M abel, were . . . you are . . . how shall I describe
it? There are people who make a new being out of a man . . .
But what are words? Every one I utter is superfluous . . . It
would be an affront to her if I . . . Oh, M abel, can you under
stand? One needs a special kind of language, a language only
spoken by spirits, to express these intangible thoughts and
feelings. . . .
SYNEIDESIS
hi
47
Here we must leave the Kerkhovens private life, and deal with
them in relation to outside events, which will in due course lead
us to the fateful hour when they met Alexander Herzog in the
flesh.
T h ey were brought into contact with him by two remarkable
chains o f circumstances. Although these concatenations were
almost simultaneous, they were nowise inter-related. Y et each
o f them was far-reaching in respect alike o f its causes and its
consequences, and each of them imperiously motioned K erk
hoven towards the solution of problems with which he had been
wrestling inwardly for years. That was why he felt as if a bell
had sounded at the appointed hour.
48
On a day towards the end o f December, Kerkhoven received
the following telegram;
ii2
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
49
113
04
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
us
let the tiniest scrap of paper escape him once it has come
into his hands if such papers can serve him as material
for . . .
W ell, material for what?
Same as what legal gentlemen term exhibits. Martin
Mordann is the lawyer and the judge of his epoch. He needs
witnesses and proofs.
But that must mean a terrible accumulation of material.
Undoubtedly.
T h e documents cover the whole field o f his activities, I
suppose. That is to say, many persons in the public eye stand
or fall at his will . . .
Agreed.
How does it work out in practice?
A thoughtful smile spread over her face.
Have you never heard of my fathers celebrated filing cabinets ?
There are more than eighteen thousand names on the index,
with full particulars . . .
Kerkhoven sprang to his feet, and paced the room in con
siderable agitation.
Filing cabinets! Most interesting! A dangerous undertaking
when one reflects that . . .
Ah, but its all tucked away in safe hiding.
Y ou misinterpret me. T h a ts not what I was driving at.
What I mean is that such a possession is a heavy burden for
any mans mind. Perhaps I should be more accurate were
I to describe it as a weight upon the imagination. Its as if a
person had boxes of explosives for years in his house. Every
minute of the day he must have the feeling that at any time
he may blow up the whole neighbourhood, and thus become
the murderer of a lot of innocent people. T h is must be the
key to your fathers trouble. Yes, obviously; and, very inter
esting, too.
Agness eyes followed the doctors figure as it marched up
and down. She was taken aback by what he said, and found it
difficult to grasp the significance of his words.
n6
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
5
Kerkhoven could not rid his mind of those filing cabinets. It
was as if some one had told him o f the habits of a hitherto
unknown and peculiar insect. T h e more he pondered the subject,
the more it intrigued him. Curious kind o f brain, he mused,
strangely fanatical collector, to be able to sit for hours at a stretch
before a writing-table in order to keep a record of the crimes and
offences o f thousands of unsuspecting fellow-mortals. A
monstrous detective, capable o f tripping up almost any public
personality, of paralysing activities, of bringing suspicion upon
men and women just because of a mania for collecting details
of their lives and for using his information at the appropriate
time. Who can escape? Whose life is so clean, whose character
so spotless that there may not be a tiny macule to stain the
shield; who can say frankly, I have absolutely nothing to hide?
A grand keeper o f the secrets o f half Europe; warder of m orals;
an all-powerful policeman buttressed by an elaborate system of
espionage; a creature who, with ant-like diligence, has for decades
hoarded up actual happenings, which, taken singly, were insigni
ficant trifles but which could, when used to advantage act as
a poison and even bring death. Such a man needed to be studied
from his very foundations. O f what nature was the force he
wielded ? What was the feeling of power which had accumulated
within him so that he had become in the course of forty years
a kind of director of public opinion whether for good or bad,
whether to the honour or the detriment of the epoch, mattered
little? Since these machinations now lay behind him, since he
was played out, Mordann was no more than the wraith of his
former self, an empty mask, begging to be cured. Kerkhoven
wondered, why? There were already so many living corpses
haunting the earth that it might be surmised humanity would
have to suffer for the plenitude.
SYNEIDESIS
117
51
u 8
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
call it. If Nature did not come to his aid, he just left matters to
take care o f themselves. And what are you proposing to do with
me, Doctor, should you deign to occupy yourself with my
unworthy person ?
T h e typical speech o f a maniac, thought Kerkhoven to him
self. Aloud he said:
You are quite mistaken in thinking I have neglected you.
There are such things as indirect observation and treatment,
and this is often more beneficial than direct intervention.
Medical tarradiddles!
Not very polite, are you ? But I have no intention of measuring
m yself with the extended field o f your experiences, Herr
Mordann. H ows the injury to your head? Any pain?
Yes, especially when weve a spell of wet weather. Then the
pain spreads right down to the eyes. Cant read. C ant write.
Horrible.
Was it a fracture o f the skull?
Seems to me my brains suffering sympathetically.
I have not seen any reason to believe that.
How can you tell off-hand ?
I think it is so, thats all.
Just a glance, and you know, eh? Playing the magician!
Felicitations.
Id like to examine the wound if I may, to see how it has
healed.
W ith a sigh, Mordann sat down, while Kerkhoven palpated
the scalp with its bushy grey hair. His fingers moved along a
fiery scar which ran like a red string from the coronal suture to
the lambdoid suture.
What strange hands you have, observed Mordann, looking
up uneasily into Kerkhovens face.
Strange hands? W hat do you mean? . .
Because they make me f e e l . . . oh, its such a queer feeling . . .
He ducked his head in order to escape the doctors touch,
and leapt to his feet.
A bit of a magician, after all, he cried. You give me the
SYNEIDESIS
11 9
120
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
121
52
Wrapped in a shabby dressing-gown, Mordann crouched on the
edge of his bed, while Kerkhoven stood near the window.
I f I am correctly informed, the aggression was connected
with some letters, said the doctor. You must, it seems to me,
have had reason to expect such an assault.
U p went Mordanns head, as he inquired suspiciously:
Hullo, has Agnes been blabbing?
M y dear Sir, I can do nothing for you if you refuse to be
straightforward with m e, snapped Kerkhoven, intentionally
exaggerating the acerbity of his voice.
Mordann made a gesture, as of a cat whose saucer of milk
has been taken away. He gave in.
Very well; just as you like, he murmured, adding after a
moments pause: Better examine my heart, Doctor; that would
be more useful than worrying your head about my private
affairs. I fancy there may be valvular trouble.
O f course. But your private affairs give me indications for
general treatment. Cant tell you much about your heart if I
ignore the kind o f life youve been leading.
Trying to be funny, are you? All right. W hat is it you want
to know?
I should like you to tell me why you refused to hand over
those letters to young Brederode. T h e family, I am sure,
attach a sentimental value to them.
A y, ay, assented Mordann, in his squeaky voice, while
pulling his legs up so as to sit tailor fashion on the bed an
attitude which appeared ludicrous in the extreme, seeing how
corpulent he was.
And they offered a handsome reward, didnt they?
Y ou re right there, hee-hee! Tw enty thousand marks was
the sum they proposed.
I cant help wondering what advantage you thought to reap
122
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
123
124
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
53
For half an hour thereafter, Mordann stormed round the room
He bellowed for his daughter. As soon as she came, he told her
that they would have to leave at once, that the doctor was an
SYNEIDESIS
125
126
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
127
54
128
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
129
130
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
131
132
J O S 4( P H
K E R K H O V E N S
th ird
existen ce
how much freedom he will fight for and how much destiny he
w ill accept.
I fail to understand. You are taking me out of m y depth
though I have an inkling. . . . Besides, what have I got out of
it all? Wealth? I have barely enough to live on. Honour? People
rail at me as if I were a mad dog. What rewards, what satis
factions have I had? T h ey are all within myself, and nowhere
else in the wide world. He struck his chest to emphasise the
words within m yself, thereby producing a hollow sound as
though he were beating an empty wooden box.
The awful thing about a man like you, put in Kerkhoven
sadly, is that he is so swathed in the rags of dialectic that he
does not see, does not feel the pullulating life around him, is
not aware of the simple life against which he is constantly
rubbing shoulders. G ive in! Just for once, acknowedge you are
beaten. Itll do you no end of good. A moment ago I spoke of
a lack o f imagination. T h a ts the thing that is killing you a
suicidal spirit . . . a . . . T ry to picture that young fellow
Brederode . . . his feelings under the circumstances . . . I ve had
enquiries made. . . .
Aha! M y prophetic soul. . .
No, no. Nothing like what you are suspecting. I ve made
enquiries, thats all. For my own information, and in order to
guide me in my treatment of you, my patient. W ell, the present
count indulges in a kind o f father-worship, makes a regular
cult of the old mans memory, and the thought that the faintest
breath o f scandal could besmirch this revered picture makes
him ready to commit almost any crime to preserve it from
injury. H ell never believe that his father did wrong, even when
the evidence is written down in black and white before his eyes.
H is fathers incorruptibility has become a dogma. He believes
the letters to be forgeries; and yet he dreads their publication,
lest a slur should thereby come upon his fathers fair name.
C ant you remember his face? He called on you three times.
D id he not leave an impression of genuine honesty behind him ?
Or do such items fail to influence you? T ry to picture the situa
SYNEIDESIS
133
55
In accepting Frau Thirriot as patient in his house, Kerkhoven
could not be expected to foresee what far-reaching consequences
would ensue. It was as if an invisible hand were guiding him,
for other purposes than his own. Notwithstanding all his
experience of the workings o f destiny, the complications in
which he became involved were so formidable that they often
made him shudder. He could not but be reminded of the
remarkable disclosure of the innocence of that Leonhart
Maurizius who had spent nineteen years in gaol and had at
length been set free through the instrumentality of the seventeenyear-old Etzel Andergast. T h e present case concerned a young
couple who had six years before been sentenced to penal
servitude for life; and the revelation that there had been a
terrible miscarriage o f justice came, not from a lad, but from a
woman of forty-five who was suffering from nervous irritability
to a degree which made her practically irresponsible. In a life
like Kerkhovens, subject to the reign of law, decisive occurrences
move in concentric circles.
SYNEIDESIS
134
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
136
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
137
Karl not to leave her, Selma had taken counsel and had devised
with her solicitor a plan whereby the younger woman was to
be bought off. Imst, feeling that this high-handed procedure
was more than he could stand, asked his mistress to go away
for a time and stay with some friends of hers in Appenzell. She
yielded to his wishes; but sent appealing letters, urging him
not to forsake her, and telling him that she had no other friend
in the world but Karl Imst. Too late! T h e divorced couple
were married a second time, and Selma with her little son moved
into K arls house.
Jeanne returned one November evening, ill and miserable,
to find her rival installed. What was she to do ? Where could she
go? She asked the maid whether Frau Imst was at home to
visitors, and Selma laid herself out to receive the young woman
in the most friendly fashion. She invited Jeanne to spend the
night under her roof, assuring her that further details could be
arranged when Karl returned from his trip into the country
districts. The upshot was that Jeanne Mallery became, for the
nonce, an inmate o f the house wherein her rival reigned supreme.
Relishing her victory, Selma was quite amenable to the idea of
giving hospitality to Jeanne until the latter had had time to
look round, and make a fresh life for herself. Anyway, for the
time being, the two women concluded a treaty o f peace, sharing
in the housework. In addition, Jeanne took up her job in the
dispensary and the shop, while Selma concentrated upon the
management of the home. So far as Imst was concerned, the
new arrangement seemed to be a boon he had hardly ventured
to hope for.
But the treaty o f peace was no more than a pretence. The
wife, very probably, nurtured a grudge against Jeanne, since she
soon realised that the liaison between her husband and his
mistress continued as undisturbed as if a fresh marriage
had never taken place. Perhaps her intention had been to
put the pair to the test. Certainly, by keeping them under
her eyes, she could nourish her concealed hatred o f her
rival and could foster the self-torment which still revived
E*
138
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
139
poison. At eleven that same night Selma died. Next day, the
doctor, supported by Imst, demanded a post-mortem examina
tion. Large quantities of arsenic were found. Tw o days later,
Karl Imst and Jeanne M allery were arrested.
56
Public opinion vacillated between the ideas of murder and
suicide. The men o f law, however, decided that it was a clear
case o f murder, and the whole legal enquiry worked along the
line o f this conviction. There could be no doubt whatever as to
the culpability of the pair. Acting on this theory, the authorities
from the outset treated Karl Imst and Jeanne M allery as
criminals. Th ey were kept under lock and key during the eight
months that the tedious hearings lasted, being allowed no
amenities, neither books, nor clean linen, nor soap, nor better
food than that provided by the prison authorities. When January
came, and there was a cold snap, they were left to shiver in their
cells. Friends of Karl and of Jeanne tried in vain to ameliorate
at least the physical conditions under which the couple languished;
but a deaf ear was turned to supplications. This, however, was
merely the framework o f a systematic torture worthy o f the
M iddle Ages. The examining magistrate brought every imagin
able threat and humiliation to bear in order to extract a con
fession of guilt from one or other of the twain; he set verbal
traps, so that all unbeknowst the statements of to-day might
contradict those o f yesterday. T h e most innocent utterances
were twisted and turned, and in the end they became evidence
against the prisoners; misinterpretation was piled upon mis
interpretation. Imst was suspect because he had not immediately
sent for a doctor; Jeanne was suspect because she had nursed
the sick woman. Suspect, too, was the husbands taciturnity
after the death of his wife; and again suspect, was the fact that
he had spoken so frankly. He was expected to remember every
word he had said, to recall each detail of his comings and goings;
when his memory failed him, this was a sign of his guilt. Was
he excited ? Another sure sign of guilt. Was he calm and collected ?
14
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Guilty again. Three days before the death, Karl had shifted the
position of a piece of furniture in the hall a highly suspicious
action, for was it not performed in order to give more room
when the coffin was taken out? He was suspect because he had
not recognised at once the dangerous condition o f his wife,
because he had not noticed how white and stiff were her hands
towards the end, how blue her nails. Jeanne Mallery was suspect
because she could not recall whether she had given the patient
coffee or tea to calm the pains; when, after long reflection, the
accused stated that she had made coffee that afternoon she was
asked. Why coffee and not tea? She could not remember
who had been the last to leave the shop, nor when and how often
the poison cupboard had been opened. These lapses of memory
were regarded as evidence of her systematic desire to wipe out
and forget the part she had played in the tragedy. The conse
quence was that the case became wrapped in deeper mystery.
A t any time of the day or night and without showing the slightest
consideration for the mental or physical state of the accused,
they would be hauled out o f their cells and asked the same
questions over and over again; at every interview they under
went a process of vivisection. Gradually they were reduced to
such a condition of collapse that they could no longer recall
what had occurred, they could not remember which wholesaler
had furnished them with the poison, where it was usually kept,
how often the orders for it were issued; the course of Selmas
illness and its increasing violence, likewise, grew blurred. Frau
Im sts diary, though much of what she had written was
obviously untrue, proved a valuable source o f information. She,
poor lady, on the face of it, had been shamefully deceived and
betrayed by her husband; she, a noble-minded being, faithful
and loyal in her duties as wife and mother, a victim of her love
for her lawful spouse. T h e reverse of the medal showed a boozer,
and his wanton mistress, the latters aim being to legalise their
immoral relations even at the cost of crime, and Jeanne was
supposed to have induced a feckless man to clear an inconvenient
obstacle out of the path of her ambition.
SYNEIDESIS
141
Such, in the end, was the view taken by the public, the jury,
and the judge. The accused might say what they liked, might
protest their innocence; in vain! In vain, too, was the eloquent
pleading of counsel for the defence. The awful sentence was
pronounced, the verdict given, and Karl Imst and Jeanne M allery
were led to their lifelong entombment. Short of memory as ever,
the outside world soon forgot them.
57
One day when Marie Kerkhoven was talking to the nurse, Else
Schmidt, the latter mentioned the case of Karl Imst and Jeanne
Mallery. She seemed to know every detail. T h e man was her
first cousin. From earliest childhood they had been like brother
and sister. Else was convinced of K arls innocence. She con
sidered that he was quite incapable of committing the crime
for which he had been condemned. Jeanne M allery, too, was
the victim o f a gross miscarriage of justice. T h e thought that
these two were suffering for a wrong they had never done,
haunted the young nurses mind so that it had become an
obsession. Her manifold occupations as sick-nurse were no
more than a futile attempt at distraction. During the prolonged
enquiry, she had succeeded, after unremitting endeavour, in
getting permission to see Karl. This single visit had sufficed
to make her conviction even stronger, were that possible, that
her cousin was innocent. Though several years had now elapsed,
the girl went white with emotion as she related the story to
Marie. She had attended the trial throughout, had kept an
observant eye upon Karl and Jeanne, had watched the witnesses,
had listened to the tirades of the prosecuting counsel, to the
pleadings of the counsel for the defence. It had needed her
utmost self-command, when sentence was pronounced, not to
rise in the court and cry aloud: Stop! Stop! For G o d s sake
do not do this thing. It is you who are the murderers. This
man and woman are innocent. For weeks after the trial she
was very ill. She had in her possession innumerable press-
142
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
143
i 44
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
expected. Strange and eerie that the man who had become
destiny itself for M arie should be involved in these events, the
man who had awakened her to the full meaning o f life so that,
from being an idle spectator, she had learned to play her part
in it. Not that Kerkhoven intervened of his own free will. He
was forced by circumstances. But the fact that he was drawn
into the matter gave Marie confidence and energy; for a clear
recognition of the inward consistency of what happens to us
steels the heart and strengthens self-confidence.
58
For three years, Emilie Thirriot had been suffering from a
somewhat unusual form of delusion and o f self-torture. She
had a daughter of seventeen; but she believed that the midwife
had substituted this girl for her own baby, who was, as she
imagined, a boy. T h e m idwifes name had long since slipped
from Em ilies memory, for her confinement had taken place in
a nursing-home; but she had a definite mental picture o f the
woman, artificially constructed no doubt, or at any rate no more
than three or four details had remained. She recalled that the
womans cap was adorned with rose-coloured ribbons, and
that she wore Russian boots coming up to the knee. A queer
combination, no doubt but what could one expect from a
woman suffering as Emilie Thirriot suffered ? She had set about
trying to find this midwife. Any papers thrown carelessly in the
street or into dustbins were carefully collected and examined;
she made enquiries at various hospitals, set the police to work,
and, herself, would trapes about the town for days on end, in
felt-soled slippers, hoping to drop upon the person who wore a
cap with pink ribbons and was shod in Russian boots. A t times
she addressed total strangers, and when they turned away she
would follow them, upraiding them. In the end, she was kept
under medical observation, for her sanity was doubted. Since
she was not considered a danger to the public weal, she was
set at liberty, though a young psychiatrist was told off to keep
her under observation. This doctor, after a time, reported that
SYNEIDESIS
14s
146
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
147
i 48
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
59
SYNEIDESIS
i 49
150
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
iS i
hidden away within her ? Surely such a thing is seldom met with ?
Seems to me they are two contradictory elements, negative and
positive, respectively.
Th ats a very perspicacious remark, Nurse, and it convinces
me that you have a fine flair for our speciality. It was my first
thought, likewise. But we are not privileged to see Nature at
work in her laboratory. Shes always springing fresh surprises
upon us. Our energies are, certainly, bi-polar. Y et what you call
positive and negative might just as well be a causal relationship,
a masked process o f recovery, just as general paralysis can be
cured by malaria. Understand?
Yes, Doctor; I follow you easily. And do you think we
might venture . . .
Yes, without a qualm.
And suppose we get results. . . . I mean . . . if hitherto un
revealed facts are brought to light . . . how shall we be able to
make a practical use of our knowledge?
Wait and see. There are possibilities. But dont set your
hopes too high. Such experiments are apt to be disappointing.
Besides, the world is sceptical about occult powers. W ell have
to find some one who will be above suspicion as witness, and
who will take down a shorthand report of the proceedings. I
think Fraulein Mordann is just the person we need. W e could
arrange for a first sitting to-night.
Nurse Else clasped her hands on her breast, and walked away
as if treading on air.
61
T h e sitting took place in Kerkhovens study. This was an attic
room, fifty feet by thirty, with huge beams running from one
end to the other. Six tall standing lamps illuminated it, and in
addition there were flood-lights concealed behind the beams
and joists. T h e windows, over which the curtains were now
drawn, had been built high in the walls. Marie and Else sat
together on a carved bench; Agnes Mordann, who after some
hesitation had agreed to act as secretary, took up her position
at a book-strewn table in the middle of the room, where she
152
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
153
things shes saying to him . . . and he, too, is lashing out with
his tongue. They are fighting like mad. Jeanne is trying to make
peace. Karl is willing to call a truce, but Selma is continuing to
slang him. Outside the room Jeanne says to him: Are you sorry
now for the line you took? Can you see what it has led to? He
takes both her hands in his, and casts his eyes heavenward.
Meanwhile Selma . . . wait, yes, wait a minute . . . shes sitting
at her desk and is scribbling in a book . . . writing, always writing
down these quarrels. Her thoughts, too, are set down. But . . .
why, whats this ? She is writing down false statements . . . lies,
yes. . . . A h , what sort o f a women . . . lies. . . . What is she
doing that for?
Emilie sat silent, and stroked her forehead with her finger
tips. Else was obviously startled, and was about to ask Emilie
a question when Kerkhoven made a sign for her to be still.
Go on talking, Frau Thirriot, he said, we are getting a
clear picture of what you are describing. T h e wife, Selma, writes
a pack of lies down in her diary. Queer! What does she think
to gain by that?
Emilie continued to rub her forehead with her fingers.
She has a plan . . . a mean plan . . . but I cannot see clearly
. . . no, I dont know yet . . . maybe, she herself has nothing
definite in view. . . . She feels that she must rend and destroy
everything she comes into contact with. . . . W hat she would
prefer above all would be to set the house on fire. She is in a
fever. She had made one attempt to put an end to herself and
the child. That was in June. Then she dismissed the idea. She
fancied by such a threat to bring her husband to his knees, for
his pity was readily aroused. Once she tried to poison him.
Her mind is constantly preoccupied with ideas of murder. Ah,
she is torn . . . incurably. . .
T h e speakers face puckered. Her endeavour to see into the
past was costing her an immense amount of energy. Marie and
Else could hardly breathe. Even Agnes Mordann threw away
her cigarette, and looked apprehensively at Frau Thirriot.
L et us, for the moment, confine ourselves to the evening
154
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
Each time she made use o f this phrase, her head sank on her
chest and her eyes were half-veiled by her lids.
A t about what time did the husband get home that night?
I fancy it must have been after half-past-nine. . .
No. Earlier. Seven minutes before the half-hour.
Is there a clock in the room ?
Yes, on the chest of drawers there is an old clock of French
workmanship.
And what time did it mark when the quarrel came to an
end?
A quarter past ten.
Are we in Selmas bedroom?
Her bed is there, yes.
When Karl and Jeanne left her, did she go to bed ?
She undressed___I see her in a white bed-wrap with motherof-pearl buttons.
You see that quite distinctly?
Yes, most distinctly.
Then you will also be able to follow all her subsequent
actions that night.
The company was spell-bound, for it was in the morning
after this night that Selma fell sick.
For a minute or two Frau Thirriot muttered unintelligibly
to herself, and her four auditors leaned forward to catch what
she said. Gradually the words took shape, and this is what they
learned:
We are in Selma Imsts bedroom. An electric lamp is alight
on the bedside table. The house is still. Selma listens and listens.
O f a sudden her bony features are convulsed and she carries on
as though she had gone mad, laying about her with clenched
fists, biting the pillow, sobbing and groaning- all this to attract
her husbands attention, and force him to her side. Nothing
155
stirs in the house. Towards midnight she switches off the light.
She can get no sleep. At half-past one she turns on the light again,
gets up, sits at her desk, writes a few lines in her diary. H ell
be paid back for all he makes me suffer. Fate will punish him ,
is what she scribbles down. [These were the very w ords; and
Emilie had never seen the diary.] Then she creeps back into
bed, and tosses about sleepless till half-past four. Again she
gets up, goes into the kitchen, draws water from the tap, and
makes a pot of tea. W ith the cup full of tea she returns to her
room. Setting the cup down on the night-table, she shuffles
about in her bedroom slippers. From time to time she passes
the fingers of both hands through her hair, and groans softly.
She stops before the mirror, and contemplates her anguished
face. It is now a quarter to six. She goes up to the chest of drawers,
and tries to open the second drawer from the top. It is locked;
and she hunts everywhere for the key, wringing her hands in
despair. At length she finds the key behind the French clock.
Opening the drawer, she flings stockings and handkerchiefs
into the air while she looks and rummages until she lights on a
long, narrow box, wrapped in a square of silk. Lifting the lid,
she discloses a white powder, steps over to the bedside-table,
puts a heaped teaspoonful of the powder into the tea, stirring
the mixture while muttering unintelligible syllables with
twitching lips, and drinks the cup to the dregs. Then she shakes
into a piece of paper as much again as she has already taken,
twists the ends so that it looks like a little sack and stuffs it
away in the table drawer beneath a handful of cotton wool.
She now goes off to the toilet with the box, pours what remains
of the powder into the closet-pan, and pulls the flush. Leaning
down, she looks into the pan to make sure that all the powder
has been washed away. She stands for a while wondering what
to do with the box. This she feels must be cleared out of the way.
Best would be to burn it; but the maid is not yet up, and the
stove has gone out. Tim e presses. A t any moment the pains
may begin. When the maid brings up her morning tea she means
to take the second dose of the powder. Or perhaps she will wait
156
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
till the midday meal, or till the afternoon. She means to do the
thing thoroughly, and not a speck of the powder must be left
in the drawer of the bedside table. Shivering with cold, she
stands hesitant in the unwarmed passage, turning ways and
means over in her mind. Her glance falls upon the little door
in the back o f the stove. She opens it, and pushes the box far
back into the hole. This done, she returns to her room, slips
into bed, lays herself full length with her arms stretched outside
the bedclothes along her flanks. At about half-past six her bowels
begin to burn, and she feels deadly sick. She rings for the maid
whom she can hear at work in the kitchen. . .
62
No words can describe the impression produced by this visionary
reconstruction. T h e big face of the seer with its obliterated
features; the sleepy, drawling voice; the queer way in which she
sat perched on the extreme edge of her commodious chair as if
some one had forced her into that position and were holding
her down; the fleshy hands lying inert in her lap; the retelling
o f events that had taken place six years before as if they were
happening in the present; the revelation of things which no
mortal man knew o f or could have known of; the uncanny
exactitude o f the character portrait, together with Selmas
innermost thoughts and material actions all this was enough
to unnerve the most callous of beings; it worked as though time
and space had suddenly been abolished, as if the past were a
mystification, as if cause and effect were not what they seem
logically to be, and as if life had taken on a totally different
visage. Even Kerkhoven found it hard to preserve the scientific
attitude of a medical practitioner. Every one felt that the fates of
two persons were hanging in the scales of this hour. Moreover,
the sacredness o f judicial norms was proved to be erroneous and
a delusion.
If the box could still be found in the aperture of the stove
into which Selma, according to the visionary, had flung it, this
in itself would be sufficient evidence that not all the facts o f
SYNEIDESIS
157
the case had been known at the date of the trial, and an appeal
might be lodged for a further hearing. Kerkhoven had the verbal
report of the sitting placed in the hands of the barrister who
had never doubted the innocence of the accused. The latter had
researches made on the spot and, in very fact, the incriminating
object was found exactly where the seer had said it was. The
house still belonged to Imst, but had been uninhabited since the
trial, nobody feeling inclined to become a tenant under that
ill-omened roof. Among the rren o f law and the public alike,
this find created a great stir and excitement. I f it did nothing
else, it at least showed how carelessly and with how prejudiced
a mind the examining magistrate had carried out his duties.
Not only had he failed to ascertain whence the accused had
procured the poison, whether from Im sts own shop or from
some other source; but he had likewise omitted to make a
thorough search o f the house. O f course the box might just as
well have been thrown into the stove-hole by Imst or Jeanne
Mallery. If one chose to be sceptical as to the seers revelations,
this could serve as explanation as well as any other, and by
many it was accepted as probable before more far-reaching
revelations had been made by the medium. One of the most
astounding of these revelations was that Selma Imst, shortly
after the divorce, had had a liaison with a student of Greek
nationality, and no more than twenty years of age. It was at
this time that she took to arsenic as a means whereby her physical
powers for the love-enterprise might be enhanced. In a word,
she had recourse to it as an aphrodisiac. Such an accusation
against a woman whom the judge and the prosecuting counsel
had held up as a model of virtue created a sensation. Enquiries
were made circumspectly and yet assiduously. Unexampled had
been the negligence with which the preliminary examination
had been conducted. Every point of Frau Thirriots disclosures
was confirmed. T h e friend with whom Selma had stayed in
Aarau admitted that the latter had often been visited by a young
man whose name by now had escaped her memory. Anyway, in
the spring of 1926, he had left the district, and no one was able
158
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
to say where he had gone. But the house of this friend, being
searched, a trunk belonging to Selma was found in the attic.
Herein were discovered notes and letters of a highly com
promising character. Among other papers was found the duplicate
o f an anonymous letter, written three days before the end of
the trial, wherein the writer informed the judge that he had
known the dead lady most intimately, and, so far as he was
concerned, it was a clear case of suicide; she had always had
suicidal inclinations, and she invariably threatened to kill herself
if things did not go precisely as she desired. For some inexplicable
reason no attention was paid to this letter at the time o f the
trial. Even counsel for the defence had not deemed it of sufficient
importance to insist upon the writer being found and brought
in as witness. Kerkhoven was convinced that this elusive young
man was mainly responsible for leading Selma Imst into her
mania for taking poison. Maybe he himself had perverted tastes,
and it had tickled his vanity to find that he could enslave a
woman o f such a domineering disposition, in despite of the
considerable difference in age and of her essentially prudish
nature.
Frau Thirriot worked backward, from the end of the tragedy
to the beginning, linking up each motive with the preceding
one. Since she was obviously overtired and there were so many
incidents to be considered, a good deal had to be left in the dark at
the first sitting; one of these points being the matter upon which
so much stress had been laid at the trial concerning the time
when the second dose of poison had been taken the one which
had been stored in a piece of paper and hidden in the bedside
table. Evidently Selma had kept this portion in reserve, in case
the dose first taken was not enough to kill. What unflinching
resolution! H ow demoniacal a clinging to her purpose! It was
obvious that she had laid her scheme, detail by detail. T h e
most awe-inspiring part of Emilies clairvoyance was her own
overwhelming horror whenever she mentioned Selmas name,
though she mitigated the impulse to suicide, speaking of it in
general terms only, as if afraid of being too precise on this
SYNEIDESIS
159
160
JOSEPH
K E R K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
161
162
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
163
Kerkhoven sat down on the edge o f the bed, and laid a finger
on his patients pulse.
Hum bug? he enquired. D o you refer to certain unex
plored forces of blood and mind? Granted, a man swims against
the current when he so much as admits there may be something
in it.
W ell, you see, any court of law would send you to blazes.
Its just as if one went to battle armed with a toy sword.
Still, criminal telepathy has now been accepted, though it
is a theory that has yet to be officially recognised.
Good, oh, good, chuckled Mordann. And you actually
believe that a dithering old woman, endowed with so-called
second-sight, is able . . . well, let us say, is able to restate a
conversation I had with Prince Bismarck on M ay sixteenth,
eighteen hundred and ninety three a historic date, mark you.
A private interview. There were no witnesses. Not a soul in the
whole world ever heard a word of it excepting our two selves.
I made some notes about it for my own edification, thats all.
And you believe that this psychopathic witch-wife of yours is
capable of . . .
He had pulled himself up in the bed, and glared at Kerkhoven
with mocking triumph.
Not only do I believe it, but I hold it as not at all improbable.
T h e gift depends upon certain influences, and upon certain
powers of concentration. . . .
Bosh! M y dear doctor, youre enough to send a man over
the edge. . .
Occasionally it does one no harm to be pushed over the
edge, as you say. You are not in a position to judge, because the
appurtenant experience is lacking.
I m not to be caught by such tricks. You and your experience !
A fellow who keeps his eyes skinned and refuses to have dust
thrown into his face is invariably excluded from the congregation,
and comes under the ban o f the Church. T h ats why priests of
all categories lead the large majority o f people by the nose. W hats
the upshot ? What are you asking me to do ? Give up a position
164
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
SYNEIDESIS
165
his head waggled on his fat neck, his face went blue, the veins
on his forehead swelled.
Kerkhoven rang for Nurse Else.
Camphor injection! Q uick!
T h e cough seemed as if it wanted to burst the mans chest
open. It produced a sound that was a mixture of barking and a
rattle in the throat, it hissed like the wind from a pair of bellows,
squeaked like a rusty wheel, it was as horrible to listen to as would
be a materialised death-agony, and it penetrated to every corner
o f the house. Kerkhoven got hold o f the sufferers arms, and held
them in the air.
Oh God, hes dying, said a hoarse voice in his ear. Agnes
Mordann stood at his side. She was only half dressed, and had
not stopped to put on slippers but stood in her stockinged feet
close to the bedside, a lighted cigarette held aloft in her left
hand.
Throw that thing away, cried Kerkhoven peremptorily.
Yes, o f course, she answered, flinging the stump out of the
window.
As the nurse returned with the syringe, the coughing ceased
no less abruptly than it had begun. T h e man lay back among his
pillows, eyes closed, fists clenched, breathing irregularly. Agnes
leaned over him.
Do you want anything, Father? she asked. Then, turning
to Kerkhoven, in a hardly audible voice: Is there still hope?
He made a warning gesture and stepped into the middle
o f the room. She followed.
No immediate danger.
Can you save him? Is it in your power to do so? Or is he a
condemned man ?
Kerkhoven knitted his brows.
D o you realise what the world will lose if a man like that
dies? she asked threateningly.
Yes, I know very w ell.
One thing you cannot know, and that is . . . I do not mean
to survive him. . . .
166
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
65
A ll this had been strange, uncanny, resembling a scene staged
under strong illumination so that the details stood out with
blinding clearness, until the lights were turned down for a minute
or two when at supper Marie had words with Joseph because he
had allowed young Johann to play truant from school thus, a
family jar blotted out matters of vital interest. For no particular
reason, the boy had pestered his father to let him have a day
off until, in a weak moment, Kerkhoven had consented.
And do you know how he spent the afternoon? queried
M arie snappishly. Playing around that old ruined wall at the
bottom o f the garden. It was a lie about his having a headache.
If you continue to encourage him in such cheating, a pretty mess
youll make of his education. Y o u re simply garnering trouble
for the future. In general, your ideas of bringing up children
are questionable especially for the great Joseph Kerkhoven.
T h e Lord preserve us from applying any of them to the young.
Really, on this issue, your blindness is remarkable.
Kerkhoven looked the culprit he felt, though he could not
resist smiling at the boys choice of a playground. About forty
feet of wall had crashed down with a thundering noise a few nights
before, and on the following day Marie had read in a newspaper
that an earthquake had taken place in Japan at that very moment.
She had got a local mason to give an estimate for the repair, and
was aghast at the amount. On laying down the newspaper she
had said rather peevishly:
A pretty penny that wretched earthquake has let us in fo r!
Whereat he had burst into hearty laughter.
So you are convinced there is a causal connexion between
the earthquake in Japan and the disaster to our w all?
O f course I am. W hy, I even felt the shocks. It happened
about half-past-two in the morning. I woke with a feeling of
SYNEIDESIS
167
desolation upon me, and then came the rumbling and crashing
of the wall falling down. . . .
Kerkhoven thought to him self:
T h ats quite possible. Women are specially sensitive to such
happenings, and Marie perhaps more than any.
Still, that an earthquake and a broken wall could have any
relationship to pedagogical error on his part, seemed to him so
deliciously inconsequent that he could not help teasing Marie
a little about her lack o f logical reasoning. She took his playful
ness amiss, reproaching him with negligence in the fulfilment
of his paternal office. It always fell to her lot to forbid the children
their pleasures, whereas he had a light task of it by weakly
yielding. Naturally the boys felt that Mother was the severe
taskmistress, whereas Father was a dear and one could get round
him.
Cant you see that for yourself, Joseph? Cannot you realise
that in the end the position will become untenable? Y ou, who
display so much wisdom and foresight in other affairs, who are
so unerring in your judgments of men, behave with so little
common sense in regard to your own children that I feel sure
bad will come of it.
You exaggerate, Marie. Honestly, you are grossly
exaggerating.
No, I m not, Joseph. That you can think so please forgive
me if I wound you makes me even more anxious. It is not
worthy of you, and of all your splendid characteristics. Love
purchased at such a price is bought too dear, and becomes a
crime.
She was right, he said to himself. Yes, he understood. Her
thought-processes were so marvellously clear. Y et, curiously
enough, his pride as a man, as a member of the superior sex,
revolted, now and again, against the inexorable logic of her
conclusions. He felt at such times much as a thief taken redhanded, and who is morally indignant when the stolen property
is found in his pocket. Still, as on the present occasion, he
invariably made good resolutions, and promised to amend
168
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
his ways. Yet the good resolutions were merely another form of
weakness, for he knew very well that we are as incapable of
changing our fundamental characteristics as we are of modifying
a law o f nature. Nor could Marie alter her opinion that the
earthquake in Japan was the cause of the garden wall collapsing.
Our conceits and our self-knowledge have about as much relation
to reality as legends have to history.
T he kiss with which Joseph parted from Marie was a token
both of contrition and of protest. T o leave her out of humour
and unreconciled gave him a feeling as if, after putting up at
an inn, he had departed without paying the reckoning. This
alienated him from her, and she must have noticed that during
the wrangle he had only been attending with half his mind.
He was obsessed by the problem o f how to deal with Martin
Mordann. The fat, impish, intelligent face refused to remove
itself from before his mental vision, the face of the rebellious
old swashbuckler who had been forced to lie still. That terrible
coughing fit, too, rang in his ears and prodded him as though it
were the devils pitchfork. And the waxen pale countenance of
the daughter, with her devotion for her hated father, her deter
mination to kill herself if he died as if she were frightened to
go on living delivered of his crushing proximity. Sinister indeed
were these wheels within wheels. Never had a doctor been in
such a quandary, thought Kerkhoven as he paced to and fro
for unending hours in his rambling study; never was a death so
clearly needed as in the old mans case; never had a destiny
reached a more logical end. But how could he deliberately
permit a fellow-mortal to die ? Was he not condemning the man
to death, as Agnes had said with a womans mysterious and
penetrating insight? It is all very well to say in theory that a
patient must be saved by his own endeavours; must take into
his own hands the fate, must accept the responsibility, which
are beyond the scope o f a healer when death has tapped the
invalid on the shoulder. True enough; but the doctor must resist
death, must never join hands with death. The doctor has no
right over life and death. The imperishable soul lies outside the
SYNEIDESIS
169
170
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
66
Next day Nurse Else told Kerkhoven with a look of astonishment
that Agnes Mordann, acting apparently at her fathers bidding,
had gone to Basle. T h e patient had rallied wonderfully after
SYNEIDESIS
171
172
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Thank God you have not got children but only one child,
came like a hiss from Agnes lips.
Right, right, theres something in that, answered the father,
asthmatically.
Silence reigned for a while. Then Mordann enquired in a
harsh voice:
How much longer do you give me . . . to live, Doctor? I
want a straightforward answer. Yes, I want to know the truth.
A short, harrowing laugh came from the window-nook.
Only an ignoramus or a charlatan would venture to give you
precise information as to that, answered Kerkhoven. I am
neither the one nor the other.
That was a capital roar, old lion. But it does not intimidate
me. Its nothing out of the usual. Cowardice, thats what it is.
Pull yourself together, and behave like an honest man.
You place too high a value on my capacity. . . .
Mordann drew himself up into a sitting posture. In his eyes
was a look of anguished pleading.
Look here, man, I urgently need six more weeks of life.
Bring all your talents to bear and use all the remedies your
science suggests to you toxic drugs, philtres, conjurers patter,
anything you like but I must have those six weeks.
Kerkhoven, with a curious movement suggestive of a bird,
rotated his head on his neck, and then asked, showing no
particular desire to know:
M ay I be permitted to enquire to what end ?
Most certainly. Before I m under the sod I want to refute
the lies and calumnies that are current concerning me. You
cant expect me to die peacefully while I m still besmirched
with garbage. I ve got to shut their maws, for they will not mince
their words when I am in the grave. I owe this much to myself,
I owe it to the whole of my past. In a word, I wish to write the
story of my life these last twenty years.
I can understand that very well. But, even if I could prolong
your life beyond the allotted span a thing you can hardly expect
me to do why should you waste this precious breathing-space
SYNEIDESIS
173
in useless discussion, why poison your last few weeks of life with
needless self-justification, with bitterness, hatred, and denun
ciation? T ry to die at peace with yourself and the world.
Damned rot! Have all of you gone stark mad? She, too,
Agnes over there, keeps on telling me not to let myself in for a
posthumous lawsuit, that what I have fought for and succeeded
in bringing about will speak for itself, will bear witness in my
behalf when I am dead. Piffling nonsense! C ant you see ? Is it
impossible to get the fact into your thick heads that all I possess
in the world is my fair name, that I leave nothing behind me
but my unsullied buckler. If those curs get their fangs into my
good name as they have into my person, they may well go in
fear o f the hand which will stretch itself from my tomb to seize
them .
These words, which were shrieked rather than spoken, shook
Kerkhoven profoundly, for they revealed that, besides the mans
persecution mania, Mordann was suffering from a form of
delusion which he had never met with before. Tribune delusion,
paper-immortality delusion; a deluded belief in the perdurability
of the printed word, of a name, as if it were something real, an
actual deed, stood behind these empty shells, this intoxicated
and arrogant desire for power, these filing cabinets with their
eighteen thousand entries. A memorable experience, mused
Kerkhoven; and a memorable moment that had brought such a
man before his very eyes. . . .
N ow you know what is at stake, continued Mordann.
If you can help me to carry my scheme to fruition, I shall . . .
I ve been thinking over the Brederode business . . . and I
say again, if you can keep me going another six weeks, I will
hand over the letters. Martin Mordann is not in the habit of
accepting gifts. I shall pay you for those six weeks, or, even for
five weeks. Y o u ll have the letters. Agnes went to fetch them this
morning. Here they are.
He held out the package, with a horrible and wheedling smile
lighting up his face, using the bundle as though it were an
appetising lure. Agnes could bear the revolting scene no longer.
174
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
She sprang to her feet, let fall the paper, and left the room.
Kerkhoven sat down quietly on his patients bed, and laid a hand
on Mordanns shoulder as if he were trying to calm a person
suffering from delirium.
T ry to be reasonable, Herr Mordann, he said in a kindly
tone which he had so far never been able to introduce into his
voice during intercourse with this patient. How is it possible
that a man of your intelligence can harbour such an extraordinary
superstition? I cannot promise to prolong your life by a second,
once your day has come. You, yourself, alone have the power to
do so. How? By what means? I have already spoken to you about
that.
Frenzy and despair seized the sick man. His tongue clove to
the roof of his mouth. Then he succeeded in mumbling:
Again . . . referring . . . to the divine ? Again to . . . how
did you name it? . . . obedience? You dare to approach me
with that kind of idiotic, obscurantist claptrap ? Go to the d evil!
I never want to set eyes on you again. I ll pay whats owing, and
clear out. . . .
The almost unintelligible words stuck in his throat. Kerkhoven,
filled with pity, rose to depart. Thereupon, flinging back the
bedclothes, Mordann leapt up and scuttled towards the fireplace
on disgustingly hairy legs. Before Kerkhoven could intervene,
the bundle of letters was amid the flames. Mordann tottered on
his spindle shanks, then sank in a heap on to the floor, and
nothing remained of him but a mountain o f flesh covered by a
ludicrous rag o f chequered shirt.
Forty-eight hours later he died, and three days after that all
the newspapers of Europe, with flaming headlines, announced
that Martin Mordann, the famous publicist, had passed away,
the last of the great fighters on behalf of freedom and democracy.
BOOK
TWO
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
67
M ar tin M o rdann s body was cremated. Agnes took the urn
68
'l'his seems an appropriate place to give the reader some infor
mation concerning the dead investigators theories. His prime
interest was the study of disorders of the brain, considered from
the anatomical outlook. Disturbances of the organs rhythmical
working, those of the juices in which the nerve fibrils are bathed;
those that affect the ganglion cells; the changes that may ensue
178
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
179
69
In a certain sense, Bettina Herzog was in full flight, her stay in
Zurich being no more than a postponed exile. She herself was
convinced of this; so were the two or three friends whom she
had made the journey to see. One of these friends, a young
X -ray specialist, wishing to cheer her up, had persuaded her
to come with him to the party. In a low-ceilinged, overheated
room whose four walls were lined with books, about a dozen
persons had assembled, among them four women.
As Kerkhoven entered, Bettina was overcome by a strange,
tense feeling which was by no means unfamiliar to her. She was
assailed by this feeling whenever she found herself in the same
room with persons from whom a special kind of atmosphere,
either mental or physical, emanated and this, whether the
company was a large one or a small one. T h e longer she was
exposed to the influence, the more intense became her discomfort,
which was the product of an instinctive endeavour to discover
the source of the magnetic attraction.
Scrutinising each face, she at last lighted upon one which she
recognised at once as being the author of her uneasiness. T o
outward appearance the man looked like a wealthy farmer or
landowner. Such persons are often to be found in Switzerland
visiting upper middle-class circles; but, since in the present
instance the gathering was composed exclusively of medical
practitioners and scientific investigators, this surmise would
appear to be incorrect. His chin was masked by a short beard
which in the dim light looked yellowish in colour later, she
found that it was streaked with grey. A man of fine physique, he
sat on a chair that was a great deal too small for him. He had
pushed himself back into the shadows. He had not crossed his
legs, and the attitude he was obliged to assume created an im
pression that he was far from comfortable.
In spite of herself, Bettina could not take her eyes off his hands,
which were broad, bony, and absolutely motionless as they lay
over his knees. Th ey looked like twin animals, cowering, on the
watch, protective.
i8o
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
18 1
71
T h e conversation had started with Kerkhoven asking after
Alexander Herzog and telling Bettina about the profound
impression left on his mind by the lecture he had heard in Frei
burg. He said that the mans tortured appearance was specially
noticeable, and he asked whether there had been any cause to
account for it.
N ot only has been, exclaimed Bettina. The cause still
exists.
She informed him that Alexander Herzog was suffering from
an organic trouble which was due to years upon years of constant
irritation and excitement. When Kerkhoven casually remarked
that she herself was not a brilliant picture of health, he got a
brief glint of grey-green eyes and an apathetic shrug.
Were it otherwise, it would be a miracle, she murmured.
Bettina was ill at ease. She doubted whether it was right to
talk freely. It seemed to her unthinkable. Besides, this man
who was showing her so much sympathy had probably more
than enough of other peoples trials and sorrows to bear and to
relieve. She sat looking at him. Little by little she plucked up
courage, and in the end all signs of hesitation disappeared. She
was unable to explain to herself this urgent need to speak her
heart out. Once started, her story rushed like a torrent which,
after being dammed up for an unbearably long time, breaks
through the banks and sweeps down the valley. And in the
telling, her story seemed to her so incredible, so improbable,
so fantastic, and so mad, that she could not but fear her newly
i 82
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
183
184
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
72
There was no shadow of doubt in Kerkhovens mind that Bettina
Herzogs longing to see a little of the outside world, to unburden
her heart, to rub shoulders with her fellow-mortals was due to the
twelve years of cloistral seclusion she had led with Alexander.
Yes, from the age of twenty-eight, for close upon twelve years,
she had been tucked away among the Styrian mountains, alone
with Alexander Herzog, and had nearly broken down under the
strain. For months past she had ceased enjoying normal sleep ;
every letter, or wire, or telephone call brought on an orgy
of palpitation (so she expressed it). T o Kerkhovens expert
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
185
186
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Its getting late, he said at last, rising to his feet. You want
rest. During the next few days you may need me. I shall stay
in Zurich till the end o f the week. You can ring me up anytime
between ten and two.
He jotted a telephone number down. She thanked him, much
moved by his generous friendliness, little suspecting how soon
she would require his help and support. T he next day, in the
midst of her sorrow and perplexity, she recalled his words, and
wondered whether the man was a prophet.
73
By the first postal delivery, she received a letter from Alexander
couched in the following term s:
Ever since you left, dear Bettina, I have had the beginnings
o f a manuscript lying on m y work-table. It bears the singular
title: Confessions of an Atheist. I had thought to dig down
to the very roots of m y spiritual existence in the hope of finding
the fundamental error. I think you will agree that, in the absence
o f such an error, so overwhelming a failure, my present situation
would be unaccountable. Y et when I read the thing through
to-day, I recognised that my endeavour was futile. In the course
o f his career, every author has to face up to the fact that, by the
immense use he has to make of words, these come in the end
to lose both meaning and weight. Th ey grow featureless. What
he writes under such conditions, lacks absolute validity, can never
be incontrovertible. Th at is my case now. What I have written
fails to carry conviction, lacks the relentless force o f truth.
As I fluttered the pages from the end backward to the beginning,
each sheet seemed to me a dressed-up piece of putrefaction.
What has it profited me, Bettina, to mould and to forge?
I ve launched a score of books upon an unappreciative public.
What have I accomplished thereby? Has the torture of creation
been to any purpose? Where is the harvest for all I have sown
during the fifty-nine years of my life ? Even from among my most
intimate circle, from my home, I have been unable to exclude
ugliness and a nightmare of horror. A sorry plight for those
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
187
1 88
JOSEPH
KERKH OVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
74
B y the time Bettina had read this letter, her cheeks and hands
were as cold as ice. Tw o hours were needed for her to regain
sufficient composure to go out. As she was about to leave the
hotel, the porter told her there was a telephone call from Ebenweiler (the village where she had her home). She recognised
her maids voice over the wire.
Oh, M aam, I did not want to worry you, but .. .
Well, what is it, Anna? T ell me quickly.
The masters not been seen these three days. .. .
What ? Not been seen ? D o you mean hes goneon a journey ?
No, M a am. He just went off with his knapsack last Thursday,
without saying a word to any of us, and theres been no news of
him since.
T h e receiver in Bettinas hand seemed as heavy as lead.
Have you made enquiries? Gone to the police? Sent out a
search-party?
Yes, everything possible has been done, M aam.
Does anyone know which way he went?
He was seen in Steinach, and on Saturday afternoon in
Lossachtal. A sportsman . .
In Lossachtal did you say? But that is five hours by rail from
our place. . .
I know, M a am; and w ere all afraid something may have
happened.
I m coming home at once, Anna. G et in touch with the
mayor. Phone to all the towns and villages. Rope in the wireless.
Pull all the strings you possibly can. I ll get back as quickly as
communications allow.
She hooked up the receiver. Her teeth chattered. Pale as wax,
she made enquiries at the office as to when the Vienna air-mail
started. From Vienna she would have another seven hours
train journey. T h e air-liner started at six o clock every morning,
she was informed. H er next thought was that she would hire
a car. That would mean a fifteen hours drive even if she were
lucky enough to persuade a driver to make the journey. A lex
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
189
anders car was out of action, for Ganna had issued a writ o f
attachment. Otherwise this would have served for at least half
the way. Then there was the express which left Zurich at eleven
every night. By taking this, she could reach home the following
afternoon. While making these enquiries, it seemed to her that
her heart must break with impatience. Railway-guide in hand,
she rang up Kerkhoven. She did so as precipitately, as unre
flectingly as one calls up the police when burglars are in the house.
Tw enty minutes later she was receiving him in her room.
75
W hile telling him the news, Bettina ran from window to door,
and from door to window back again, like a wild creature in a
cage. As she did so, she feverishly opened one trunk or the
other, seized this article or that, a gown, a pair of shoes, a book,
meaning to pack, but dropping the things before her purpose
was accomplished. She wanted to show Kerkhoven the letter
she had received that morning, could not find it, searched the
blotter and her bag. Meanwhile Kerkhoven followed her move
ments, fully realising how unhappy she was at the idea that
he would consider her slovenly. As a matter o f fact, he had
been struck by the tidiness of the room, thinking to himself,
this denotes accuracy o f mind and a love of order. One
cannot mistake such signs in the room a woman is living in.
Then she remembered that she had put the letter away in her
suit-case. She handed it to Kerkhoven. He read it with close
attention, several times, for the crabbed hand was not easy to
decipher. When he lighted upon the phrase, go into the
wilderness, he faltered. He sadly shook his head, while the
hand which held the missive sank to his side. Bettina, who
incessantly wrung her hands as she marched to and fro, suddenly
stopped and asked anxiously:
W hats the matter? How does it strike you?
This is so strange, he answered, pressing a certain line in
the letter as if he would fain put his finger through it; mighty
19
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
191
Yes. Still, when one lives under the lash, hunted down by
seven-and-thirty lawyers, with daily visits from the bailiff,
perpetual law-suits, so that one no longer knows whether
one is standing on ones feet or on ones head, with no time to
breathe, with no sense of security, with no hope that things may
improve . . .
Her face puckered, her control broke down, and, a prey to
despair, she screamed:
Oh, why cannot she be killed? W hy cannot she be wiped
from off the face of the earth? W hy not? Oh, why not?
She turned in her seat, pressed her face in her hands, and then
leaned her forehead on the back of the chair. Kerkhoven rose,
and placed his hand on her head. Flushed with shame, Bettina
muttered:
Forgive me, please forgive me. Its a sin to behave like this . . .
and silly into the bargain. But at times I feel I cannot go on
any longer. . . . And now the added anxiety about Alexander
. . . I am scared . . . it frightens me. . . .
Listen to me, said Kerkhoven. You must go home, and
not bother if the hours seem long. Better reserve a sleeper for
the night. I ll give you something quite an inoffensive drug
which will give you a peaceful night. Y o u ll sleep as soundly
as an infant. Bettina smiled at him through her tears. And
if you can bring yourself to believe me, it is my impression that
nothing serious has happened to your husband. I fancy he wanted
to hide his tracks. I mentioned the word analogy a moment
ago. Some day I shall tell you about that. W ell, my supposition
which is almost a certainty rests upon an analogy. . . . He
is in hiding. He needed to free himself from the chain. . . . It
is only what we doctors call a fugue. Can you understand? If
I am right, you ought to have news of him in two or three days.
Bettina, her heart filled with trust, and hope renewed, looked
up at Kerkhoven like a child at its beloved teacher.
Y es, she said. Yes. I am so grateful to you . . . without
you I do not know how I should . . .
There, there, dont worry about that, he interrupted,
i 92
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
76
Kerkhoven went again to see Bettina in the afternoon. A t tenthirty the same evening he took her to the station. He gave her
detailed instructions as to how she was to act if his prediction
concerning Alexander Herzog proved correct. Nor did he overlook
the fact that she needed to take care of herself, for she was very
weak and her nerves were shaky. Furthermore, with a marvellous
insight into the material and spiritual background, he spoke
o f Ganna Herzog and her destructive and maniacal persecution
of Alexander and Bettina. He told her the story of Karl Imst
and Jeanne Mallery, in order that she might know into what
dark abysses a woman could fall, when disappointment in love
and life had deprived her of ordinary human kindliness. T h e tale
made Bettina shudder.
But in our case things are different, she objected. Alex
ander lived with Ganna for nineteen years. He cared for her
every need, he carried the burden of her, and never turned away
from the sacrifice. She bore three children by him. He is a man
o f mark in the world, and there are many who look up to him.
How can one endure the thought that a mad creature like Ganna
may possess the power to murder him ?
Kerkhoven did not wish to acknowledge that this question
touched the core of his profound psychological interest. He had
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
193
77
It was true that none of the household had seen Alexander
Herzog go out. For this reason it was impossible to say which
direction he had taken. When on Wednesday his enigmatical
disappearance was commented upon in the newspapers, several
persons said they had seen him here or there and had recognised
him. The fact that he had started with no more gear than might
be stuffed into a knapsack made it highly probable that he had
gone for a climb and had come to grief in the mountains. Though
search parties were sent out, their efforts proved unfruitful.
He, himself, at a later date, could not recall whether he had
fixed on a definite goal. Mechanically, he went to the station,
and took his place in the first train that happened to stop. At
ten oclock that night he got down, and pursued his journey
in another train. He had fallen off into a doze when, at mid
night, the guard shook him awake again at the place to which
his ticket had been taken. He found himself in a large village
194
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
and put up at the inn. Next morning his head ached so fiercely
that he was obliged to keep his bed, and he did not leave the
hostelry until the afternoon. He was making for the station,
when he changed his mind and walked along the highway ten
miles to a neighbouring market town. Again he sought the shelter
o f an inn. T he information which, after he was found, he fur
nished concerning the first days of his planless wanderings, was
scanty in the extreme. Only fugitive pictures and impressions
remained in his memory.
While he walked, he would at times have the unpleasant
sensation of being double. He felt as though he were walking
beside himself, and philosophised sullenly over his incompre
hensible actions. A reflection that was constantly, though ob
scurely, returning to his mind was that it must be possible to
clear a living body out of the world. This out o f the world
became an obsession. T h e road was fatiguing and lacked dramatic
interest; walking did not come as easily as o f yore. A t times
weariness struck him like a sledge-hammer. He felt wretched
because his buoyancy had gone. I ve got slack, he said to
himself, I ve frittered away too much of my life. One thinks
there are provisions and to spare in the larder, but on opening
the door one finds it bare.
Especially fatiguing was a tramp he took along an endless
valley in the rain. He flung himself down on the wet moss;
his back and his feet ached exquisitely. Only then did he begin
to ask himself what he had in mind to do, whither he meant
to go. A stony radiance gathered round him, and fog was thick
in the air and on the ground. He felt he resembled K ing Lear
on the heath but he had no Fool and no Cordelia to bear him
company. He had lost Cordelia; the Fool followed him like
a shadow. This was a death-dealing Fool, the bitterest Fool the
world had ever known, and it followed him about everywhere
he turned, screaming at him in a hollow, raging, and challenging
voice. Gannas voice. . . .
Another picture, too, dug itself into his brain: he saw himself
climbing up a slope where the trees were felled, and his knap
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
19s
sack weighed like a heavy rock on his back; the bark had been
stripped off the tree-trunks, which shone in the wet like bars
o f gold ; there was a disused saw-mill in a little hollow ; he crept
into a corner nearby the water-wheel, pushed his sack under
his head and fell into a sleep of exhaustion which lasted twelve
hours.
Somewhere or other he had been driven along in a motor bus,
talking to the peasants, to a schoolteacher, to a man who worked
on the railway. The teacher pleased him greatly, for he proved
to be a serious and reflective young fellow. When once more
he was alone, he remembered a scene he had been the centre
of a few months earlier in a German town. He had delivered
a lecture, and afterwards between eighty and a hundred young
people gathered round him, and assailed him with questions,
the answers to which they declared would be of the utmost
importance to them. Their eager eyes, their alertness, their
bright faces, rose vividly before him. Strange that they should
have chosen him as counsellor and finger-post, him who had
now gone forth to find himself. . . .
A whole day he had rested in a lumbermans hut, and sud
denly at nightfall he went off on tramp again. T h e luminous
sheen upon the mountain-tops had enticed him forth. Over the
peaceful landscape the moon shone down, turning the snow to
a pearly grey. W ith a sensation that almost amounted to greedi
ness he scaled the heights, leaving the mists below, and stepping
upward into the night as into a blue-vaulted cathedral. A goat
track wound among the rocks. For hours he kept to this path,
while the moon hung like a yellow-flamed fruit in the sky, and
threw every blade of grass into relief, each with its clear-cut
shadow. Abruptly the path ceased. He sought it until daybreak.
Clouds gathered, fog descended. He walked a hundred paces
to find himself back at the very spot where he had been before
taking those hundred paces. A dark something rose in front of
him. Was it a wall of rock? A bank of fog? A fellow mortal?
Himself? If it were himself he might be able to discover why
he had lived to the threshold of old age outside himself, without
196
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
197
78
Bettina reached home on Thursday. Little Helmut ran to kiss
her, his face radiant at her return. His first question was,
Wheres Daddy? How could a child of his age be expected
to realise that tragedy was in the air? She immediately got in
touch with the authorities; had notices printed giving a detailed
description of Alexander and had them put up in the neigh
bouring tow ns; sent a dozen telegrams; and got the whole village
on the move. Tw o anguishing days went by; she could not eat,
or sleep, not venturing even to go to bed, On Friday she received
79
i 98
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
i 99
200
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
201
thing you please. Itll do you good. If one is for ever on guard
the result is internal stagnation, and a dread of life.
Only too true, terribly true.
She showed him her work-room. Bettina was very proud of
this room, for, in the course of many years, she had collected
a number of beautiful things around her, antique furniture,
Chinese embroideries and vases, landscape paintings, studies of
flowers, rare pieces of porcelain. T h e walls were adorned with
French tapestries woven during the Second Empire, bearing
designs of angels and vignettes of blossoms on a turquoise-blue
background. This was why the place had been christened the
Blue Room. Everything was immaculately clean and orderly,
restful to the eyes, befitting the picture Kerkhoven had
made o f her in his mind. T h e ample writing-table was covered
with papers, and when Bettina was called to the phone (Kerk
hoven noticed with displeasure that it had been placed on her
bedside table), he cast an eye over the documents. T h ey con
sisted of lawyers letters, messages from law courts, summonses,
distress warrants. Bettina came back, visibly paler and agitated.
Kerkhoven did not try to hide what he had done during her
absence, but said:
I ve been indiscreet, as you see. Th ats part of my profession.
And does this load sit on your shoulders then ?
Yes. Alexander has long since left all that to me, apart
altogether from . . . I never have a minutes peace. I fight tooth
and claw for husband, child, home, future. . . . M y cradle-song
did not give me to understand that a large part of my life was
to be spent in fighting lawyers, officials, and a . . . ah, I cannot
find the word to describe . . . And just at this moment, too . . .
She ceased as the door gently opened and Alexander Herzog
stood in the opening, shaven, bathed, dressed. . . .
Oh, Alexander, you darling, she cried surprised and joyful.
Well, you see, I felt I owed it to our guest to give him a
welcome, he said somewhat diffidently, going towards K erk
hoven with outstretched hand.
Delighted to make your acquaintance, answered the doctor.
202
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
82
Bettina left the two men by themselves, while she went to see
about tea. After tea, too, she pretexted other things to do. The
next day, she carried on the same manoeuvre, always finding
an excuse to absent herself. Never allowing the real aim of
Kerkhovens visit to escape her memory, she even denied herself
his company, being content with one short hour a day though
she needed his support and had looked forward greatly to
strengthening their acquaintance. Even under this restricted
regime, he had time to open up before her eyes a world hitherto
unsuspected. He gave her back her poise, her self-assurance,
her self-confidence, her proper pride, and the realisation o f her
own value in the world. She had long been denied the joy of
being treated by a man as his intellectual equal; there was
certainly no priggishness or arrogance on his part in his con
versations with her; any subject which interested her, he was
delighted to thrash out as between comrades. The question of
intellectual equality did not arise where Alexander was con
cerned, for he was the most silent companion imaginable, and
was as tucked away in himself as a nut in the shell. In order
to reach his kernel, one needed first to break through the outer
husk of reserve and this was not an exhilarating occupation for
Bettina. She had no liking for extracting nuts from their shells,
and yet circumstances made it necessary for her to undertake
the job at times.
Kerkhoven used the utmost caution in his talks with Alexander
Herzog. He made no allusion to the authors present state of
health, and avoided a premature penetration of the Ganna
realm. He soon became fairly sure that, through a tragical
enchainment of weaknesses and evasions, Alexander had bur
dened himself with a heavy load of guilt in respect of Bettina;
his sense of guilt oppressed him, and it seemed now beyond
adjustment. What Kerkhoven set himself to do was: unob
trusively to arouse Alexanders attention; to travel along the
authors line o f thought; to present himself to the man whom
he had really come to see as a patient as no more than the
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
203
204
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
83
BETTINA
205
206
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
207
208
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
84
T hat evening, after Bettina had withdrawn to her room, the
two men went to the library. Alexander switched off the electric
candles in the chandlier, and kept only a standing lamp alight
He sat down on one side of the huge table which was stacked
with books. Kerkhoven took a chair opposite. He was the first
to speak.
To-morrows my last day. I simply must get back to work;
I ve been away a disgracefully long time.
A pity. M ust you really go? I ll miss you.
Thats a feather in my cap, said Kerkhoven, smiling. I
can honestly say the same of yourself. W e shall certainly meet
again shortly.
I m not so certain. You know, I m a regular cave-bear.
Yes, I know. But nevertheless, five or six weeks hence youll
come on a visit to my place.
Herzog looked up falteringly.
Is that an invitation or a command?
Both. I ve got a job for you, and since you are master of
your time and I am not, whether you will or not, youll have
to consent to returning my visit.
A job, did you say? Y o u re pleased to have your little joke
at my expense.
M ay I talk to you for a moment as if I already had the
privilege of calling m yself your friend?
W hy so solemn? You make me feel quite ashamed of
myself.
Is that really how you feel? Then why dont you speak your
mind frankly to me? W hy cannot you bring yourself to open
your heart, and tell me what is burdening it ? You are perpetually
wrestling with a resolve. W hy hide your true self?
Alexander Herzogs face darkened. He sat brooding, while
his fingers mechanically fluttered the pages of a book. Then
he said:
I am an old man, Dr. Kerkhoven. I hardly like to admit
it, but thats what I am. I can no longer go to confession, man
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
209
210
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
not possible that you take an abnormal view, that you are allowing
your eyes to mislead you so that you see a caricature ?
No, my friend. N o! N o! Not alone have the eyes been
affected in the process, but the whole sensory and sensual
apparatus has been drawn in. O f course it is possible that I
am suffering from a sickness affecting both the senses and the
sentiments. . . . M ight well be. . . . But the process by which
they have been made ill that is a terrible reality.
Kerkhoven allowed a few seconds to elapse, before he asked
very softly:
How long did you live with that woman ?
Close on nineteen years.
You had three children by her?
Yes. A son and two daughters.
Children grown u p ?
The eldest is thirty, the youngest sixteen.
On pleasant terms with the children?
Yes. On the whole, good. T he youngest I am specially fond
o f her.
And the two elder ones? Are they a moral support to you?
Hardly. T h eyve been torn between father and mother ever
since earliest childhood. The mother is a volcano o f energy, and
possesses a power for hatred, a lack of joy, and a recklessness
which overpass description. T o a certain extent, the children
had to be sacrificed. In those days they were always having to
make a choice between myself and her. T h ey were never able
to come to a decision, not in their inner being.
W hy did you marry her?
Oh God, why does a man marry? I was twenty-eight. I
had no home, no place I could go to. . . .
Was it love?
I dont know. . . . Oh yes, it was love at least to begin
with. . . .
Hm! A man ought to know, muttered Kerkhoven to him
self. L ets get down to essentials. What sort of love was it?
We must tap the roots. Have you ever tried to find out how it
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
211
began ? The course it took, step by step, social claims, the amount
o f free personal choice. . . . Yes, all these points must be faced
and tracked down. . . . Then, quite suddenly, everything w ill
become clear. . . .
He had risen as he spoke, and now paced up and down the
room, his arms crossed behind his back. Alexander Herzogs
eyes followed him; they were full of disquietude and excitement.
85
2i2
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
213
214
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
215
86
Bettina accompanied Kerkhoven as far as Salzburg, for she had
much to talk over. In addition, this half-holiday from the menace
which unceasingly hovered over her home was a blessed relief.
Ganna Herzog, with the aid o f la .vyers in her pay, was at present
engaged in a campaign with a view to damaging as far as possible
Alexanders fair repute and, o f course, Bettinas into the bar
gain. She threatened him with an action for bigamy, basing her
attack upon a formal error committed in drafting the instrument
o f divorce. Moreover she accused him of embezzlement, because
he was no longer able to comply with her exorbitant demands
for money. Although it was plain enough that he had bled
himself white in the endeavour to provide for his first family,
she was firmly convinced that he had large sums o f money safely
hidden away.
And we have nothing, cried Bettina, absolutely nothing,
not enough even to live on for one month.
But this is madness.
O f course it is madness, but a madness no legal code can
protect one against, said Bettina with flashing eyes.
She sat immersed in her own gloomy thoughts. Then she
reflected that she must make the position clear with regard to
the doctors fees for he, too, had to earn a living. After a while
she swallowed somewhat painfully, and said with a gasp:
I cannot tell you how annoyed I am that the business about
our financial situation should have cropped up just now, before
we had made arrangements with you . . . it looks too much
like an avis au lecteur . . . but I did want to know . . . please
dont be vexed. . . .
Aha! You want to know the length of my bill, Kerkhoven
asked drily.
Yes, please.
216
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
87
Alexander Herzog got up unusually early. He spent part
o f the morning in the library, foraging among books, and
pondering; tried to write some letters, but tore up the half
finished attempts; put a manuscript block before him on the
writing-table; took some old diaries out of a drawer; went to
the nursery for a talk with Helmut, but did not stay long. Then
before luncheon he strolled into the village. After the meal, he
swallowed a dose of bromide to steady his nerves, read his
letters, which had just been delivered, idly fluttered the pages
o f some books, and thereafter for a time stood motionless at the
window, contemplating his favourite tree, one of those mag
nificent hornbeams which are almost a forest in themselves. As
he looked into the tangle of foliage, a thought crossed his mind
the world of illusion. The world of illusion the term was
like a flash of fire in his brain.
Seating himself at his desk, he picked up his pen and began
to write, with a sense of impending toil, like a man facing a
mountain who, with stern resolve, begins the excavation by
which it is to be tunnelled.
He wrote far into the night. T he task had taken possession
of him. Day followed day, and he went on steadily with his
work. Process interlinked with process, image with image, face
with face; past became present; forgotten days were vividly
recalled; the life he had lived wa* a dark, sweet, thrilling inter
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
217
Ganna
or
World of Illusion
M IR R O R O F Y O U T H
S ix in th e Family. She had five sisters, four older than
herself, and one younger. Every one in the town knew the six
Mewis girls. When they were walking in company, they produced
the impression of a little army of amazons a phalanx ranging
from Lydia with her classic beauty to Traude with her graceful
charm. The commander of the army and the father of the six
girls was Professor Johann Gottfried Mewis, a shining light in
the legal faculty, full of vigour, a Barbarossa type. Six daughters
and no son, one o f Dame Natures little jokes. Humorous
prophets declared they would be founders of a new racial stock.
T h eir mother, Alice M ewis, had been one of the Lottelotts of
Diisseldorf. Lottelott and Griinert, United Steelworks. She was
an heiress. T h e family, respected and envied, being in easy
circumstances, had a house to themselves, instead of living in
a flat.
D u c k lin g . As far as bodily advantages were concerned,
there could be no question that Ganna was less gifted than her
sisters. From early days, she had been aware of the fact. The
way people treated her confirmed the information of her lookingglass, and she knew herself to be the ugly duckling among five
swans. W ell, as an ugly duckling, she had to hold her own
against these five arrogant swans. But it would not suffice to
hold her own; she wanted to triumph over them, being ex
tremely ambitious, and filled with dreams of a splendid future.
These were not the ordinary vague fancies of girlhood, but
definite pictures and ideas. She felt predestined for great
things, although the actual path had not yet opened itself
before her.
She was a difficult child to manage, and I have been told
that violent scenes and tantrums were frequent. When she was
ten years old, Professor Mewis used to give her a whipping
twice a week, as a preventive measure, to wean her from lying.
Savage; utterly futile, except to cause Ganna much needless
222
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
223
of the family tradition that Ganna had a strong dislike for regu
lated times and seasons. Professor Mewis made as if he did not
notice his fifth daughters absence, but the muscles of his fore
head twitched. Frau Mewis looked uneasily at the door, and
suffered torments. A t length the missing member of the
family rushed into the room, her face flushed, her eyes suffused,
her hair untidy, and, while the father, tangling his fingers in
his red beard, glared at the late-comer, her sisters, models of
virtue, looked complacently at the tablecloth, fully convinced
that Ganna would now relate one of her customary fables. Poor
Ganna kept them waiting. She stuttered, cleared her throat,
looked so forlorn in her distress that she might have inspired
compassion; but eight pairs o f implacable eyes were fixed upon
her. Not a friendly word, not a helpful glance; and the story
she concocted to excuse her unpunctuality was by no means
ingenious. Beneath the critical glare, her words grew more and
more confused, until at length she dropped her excuses in despair
and seized her soup-spoon. Since at a later date I several times
witnessed such scenes, I have good reason to know that they
always ran much the same course.
T h e upshot was to produce in Ganna the conviction Th ey
want me to lie? She had to tell lies in self-defence. Lying
became as necessary to her as the discharge of ink to a cuttlefish
trying to escape its enemies. Truth did not satisfy them; they
would not believe i t ; it did not help her to a peaceful life. With
the result, that all her experience became a somewhat dis
creditable adventure, and by decrees her spirit ceased to feel
at home in the realm of unadorned reality.
Several Swans leave the Home Pond. About 1895, when
Ganna was seventeen, the elder sisters began to get married off.
One after another, as if through the spread of an infection, they
fell in love, became engaged, wedded, set up households o f their
own, and were not to be seen except in the company of the
respective husbands, whom they treated in public with an almost
unseemly display of affection. T h e memory o f three weddings in
brief succession was inexpressibly painful to Ganna. Her idealistic
224
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
225
226
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
227
228
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
229
23o
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
231
232
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
233
234
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
for such matters. She was fond o f glaring colours, and for
decking herself out with shawls and flounces and furbelows.
A t table she said, with a smile and a side-glance at me, that
she had had an attack of vertigo on the staircase leading to Frau
von Brandeis flat. H er extravagant and hurried way of talking
put me off; but my hostess had warned me that the girl was
wildly enthused at the prospect of meeting me, so I was able
to make allowances for the exuberance of her behaviour. Two
or three times I scrutinised her inconspicuously. She was plain;
her features were too large; she was freckled, with bright blue
eyes; and her cheekbones were unduly prominent: but her
mouth was rendered charming by full, red lips, excellent teeth,
and an agreeably innocent smile. Her unusually small hands
were rather strenuous and masterful in their gestures. She was
aware of this trait, and tried to moderate it.
L et me repeat, however, that my first impression was vague,
and that this picture of her did not form itself clearly in my
mind until after several meetings. T o begin with I was little
interested in Fraulein Ganna M ewis, for I was thinking more
about my work than my actual surroundings. For my part, I
cannot have appeared attractive or amusing, cannot even have
looked like a man o f the world. In those days of poverty, when
I went out in the evening I sported a frock-coat, rusty, shiny
from long wear an antediluvian garment whose defects were
not compensated, but intensified rather, by a flowing and artis
tically tied silk necktie. When the meal was finished, I retired
to the smoking-room, and settled into an uncomfortable chair
(the best I could find). As I had expected, Ganna soon joined
me, and we had a good talk. M uch that she said surprised me.
I forgot her restless, crepitant mobility, as I came to recognise
her originality. All her utterances were characterised by a strange
mingling of folly and penetration. From time to time, the in
fection of a charmingly innocent smile made me smile in
response. What especially struck me was that she was inves
tigatory, appealing, and that she seemed to feel round her as
if in a dream. A strange being, I thought again and again.
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
235
236
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
t3y
2 3
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
239
240
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
141
242
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
243
244
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
her vows and pleadings, her febrile anxiety to serve me. She
succeeded in convincing me (if not wholly) that she was not
parsimonious, but wanted to give with both hands. There was
no calculation, no chaffering. She was overflowing with tender
ness. Her eagerness to please me, to forestall my wishes, bor
dered on an obsession, and often filled me with shame. Had
I had any inkling that this sentiment of shame was the outcome
o f an unconscious impulse towards self-defence, I might have
acted differently. No doubt she seemed a trifle ridiculous to
me in her visionary schemes; but she was charming as well.
A man can find a woman charming though he does not love
her, being in that perilous condition o f uncertainty when resolves
clash with and neutralise one another. If I surrendered my hand
to her clasp, she sat as if under a spell during which a minute
seemed a joyful eternity; then she would lean forward and
devotedly press my fingers with her lips; whereupon I would
be moved to say D ont do that, please dont ! Such devotion
was new to me. T he woman I had loved, my first love, when
m y passion knew no restraints and I was ready for folly or
crime (and indeed near to crime), had coldly tolerated my
passion, had betrayed me and scandalously exploited me. That
was a wound which still festered. There was a delight in receiving
without having perpetually to give, unthanked and disdained.
Will you or Wont you ? Meanwhile things ran their
course. I did not say Y es and I did not say N o . A yes
would work havoc with my life, would make it like a planetary
system in which the invasion o f a comet from outer space had
suspended gravitation. A no, on the other hand, was difficult
to utter. Not that I lusted after the fleshpots of Egypt, but I
will not deny that I was somewhat weary o f the extant con
ditions o f my life weary of the petpetual difficulty in making
ends meet; o f the embarrassed looks o f my acquaintances when
I asked them for a loan; of the holes in my socks, which there
was no one to darn; o f the frayed sleeves o f my shirts; and of
the daily humiliations I had to endure from those who reserve
their utmost contempt for poverty. I should be glad to be freed
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
245
246
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
The farm was built on the edge of the water, which plashed
against the west wall. T he plunge of twenty feet might have
had serious consequences, but plainly she was mad enough to
carry out her threat.
Ganna! I called once more.
She looked at me, half appeased, half distraught, and stretched
out her arms. Seizing her by the elbows I said reluctantly:
Drop it, Ganna, please. D ont be so silly.
W ill you or wont you ?
I hardly knew whether to laugh or to show temper.
I will, yes, I w ill, was my hasty answer, for I wished to
end this painful scene, though I felt while speaking as if I-had
unexpectedly drained a cup of poison. She j'umped down from
her perch, fell on her knees in front o f me, and covered my
hands with kisses.
In later days I often thought over this affair, and my invariable
conclusion was that she had, for practical purposes, held a pistol
to my head.
Hands up, or I shall fire that was what it amounted to.
Whether the pistol was loaded or unloaded was irrelevant. Who
could tell? T o threaten with a loaded pistol is bad; but to do
so with an unloaded weapon, to bluff, is perhaps worse. A t the
time, however, I had no suspicion, and the possibility that she
might be bluffing never entered my mind. Besides, bluff is
too coarse a word, even if the pistol was not loaded. For me,
Ganna was a woman in the grip of elemental passions. I cannot
tell whether what moved me was masked selfishness or honest
compassion; but what I said to myself was If I thrust her
away, I shall destroy her. I could not face the responsibility
o f forcing her to an attempt at suicide. I admired her courage,
her resolution, her bold all-or-nothing. Strangely enough, more
over, the scale was turned towards assent by a stirring of my
own senses. W hile I grasped her thin elbows I felt as if I held
her quivering body in my embrace. She seemed to me so delicate,
so fragile. Tenderness and fragility in women has always awakened
my own tender emotion and inflamed my blood. Up till then
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
247
ALEXANDER
*48
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTIN A
249
250
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
251
iS2
J OS EP H
X E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
253
254
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
255
known before, and I was astonished at the ease with which they
all began to thou me and to expect the same familiarity from
me in return. I was introduced to a number of new conventions,
and found that most o f my manners and customs were a breach
o f these. I was expected to consider them sacrosanct; but during
the first days and weeks I involuntarily came to regard many
o f them as on the same footing as the taboos of a South Sea
village, and I felt like a civilised traveller among primitives. T h e
whole business intimidated me. T h e dinner parties, the family
conclaves, were noisy, tedious, and exhausting. Gradually, how
ever, I became less sensitive. Such a process of adaptation is
usually looked upon as salutary, but I think that in many cases
it is the outcome o f a clouding o f the senses and a blunting
o f the nerves. I was regarded as rough-hewn, and it became
a point of pride with them to put the right polish on me. Gladly,
and perhaps a little flattered, they welcomed me into the kinship;
yet they were afraid of me as a wildling, and confined me in
an invisible cage, the family cage treating me as if I had been
a savage beast trapped in the jungle, exhibited for money at
a fair, and contemplated with alarm even though it has been
so thoroughly tamed as to have no thought o f escape.
These are posthumous observations, and I could supplement
them but for the fear that the harshness of m y present views
may contrast too strongly with my behaviour and my feelings
in those early days. For soon I was wholly theirs, attuned to
my new environment. As a novice I let myself be ensnared,
became subservient to the local interests, played the part that
was expected of me, cultivated a taste for the pleasures they
enjoyed, and soon believed that the South Sea village in which
their activities were carried on was the wide world. Enthusiasm
overpowered me, my judgment being obscured by the luxury
in which I had become a participator. Each of the fine houses
I entered, seemed to me a replica of the imperial court. I looked
upon every bank-manager as an omnipotent being. T h e in
credible dulness o f their social life escaped my notice; and I
failed to detect in their vacant countenances the spiritlessness
256
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
257
258
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
259
260
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
261
262
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
263
264
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
spectre at the feast, to whom no one but myself paid the slightest
attention.
Speech after speech. Those of my brothers-in-law were stuffed
with culture and literary allusions; that of one of the professors
colleagues, a member o f the philosophical faculty, who, in a
stentorian voice, sang Gannas praises in terms suitable for the
unveiling of a memorial; then that of an infantry general yes,
a real, live general (I had never sat at table with one before)
who raised his glass to the gifted and agreeable young husband,
and expressed the hope that I should continue to advance along
the paths of science and art.
The whole affair seems to me, in retrospect, to have been
a condensed representation of the manners and customs of the
time. One might call it a matinee showing the Life of an Affluent
Member of the M iddle Class, with the accompaniment of a
slightly intoxicated orchestra of four performers.
But I did not feel myself to be a disinterested spectator. I
was part of the show, a deeply moved and leading member of
the cast. When at length, after the professor had said a few
pithy concluding words, his six daughters, his sons-in-law, and
half a dozen of his grandchildren who had been brought to the
feast for this special purpose, defiled past him and kissed him
by turns on the forehead; when he thereupon stood up in their
midst, towering over them, a semi-royal patriarch and undis
puted chief of the kraal, so that one could not but look forward
for thirty generations, for a thousand years, during which his
personality would be a saga and a symbol; and when Ganna,
overwhelmed by the greatness of this historic moment, flung
herself sobbing into his arms and murmured her thanks for all
he had done in her behalf I, too, was carried away, and venerated
this red-bearded father of the tribe as my patron and protector.
Then came a hasty departure, deep breaths of the fresh winter
air, and the drive to the station, alone with Ganna, who had
now become Ganna Herzog.
E PO CH O F C E R T A IN T IE S
The Problem of Tw in Solitude. We journeyed by long
stages, though with many halts, from the Tyrolese mountains
to Sicily. We were very happy.
Never had I spent more than three days alone with any
one before, neither with one of my comrades nor with a
woman. It was fortunate that I was used to close quarters,
having, as already related, lived in Vienna in a bed-sitting-room.
W e had agreed that our wanderings were to be conducted on
an extremely modest scale. Ganna found it wonderful to have
a husband whose business was done in his own head, and who
could, as far as externals were concerned, bring his ideas into
shape for the printer at any hotel table.
Freedom from pecuniary embarrassment was like a dream. Yet
the dream was not pleasurable and without a tinge of pain.
When a burden one has carried for years is suddenly lifted from
ones shoulders, the sense of relief is not necessarily unalloyed.
There is a struggle for accommodation to the new conditions,
a need to breathe in a different way. I had always had as much
solitude as I wanted. Now I was never alone, whether by day
or by night. Ganna was perpetually on hand, wanting to be
seen and heard, to be cherished and loved. T o give love also.
If love could be shovelled out of the ground, she would have
shovelled it, were it only to convince me that her supply was
inexhaustible.
But all kinds of untoward incidents may occur when husband
and wife are prisoned in a room with two beds, and when the
available wall-space is hampered with piles of trunks. For in
stance, I sit reading a book. Ganna, eager to avoid disturbing
me, moves on tiptoe as she walks about the room. Unfortunately
there is a chair in the way, and she knocks it down with a tre
mendous clatter. O r she drops a tumbler. Or she lets the top
of one of the trunks fall with a bang. A thousand piteous excuses.
How unlucky! But when one has been unlucky, one must be
266
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
267
268
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
ALEXANDER
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTIN A
269
270
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
27!
272
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
273
Rome. One was the Dying Gladiator, the other the Boy with
a Thorn in his Foot.
I have dwelt so long upon the description of this room because
of the momentous part it played in my destiny. W e still know
very little about the influence of rooms upon our moods, thoughts,
and resolves. An inch more or less in height or breadth will
effect a complete change in the feeling of the place. In this
yellow room I was never really at home, for I felt there as if
I was wearing an overcoat bought from an old-clothesman, a
garment much too large for me, which hung round me like
a sack. When I awoke in the night to find the white glimmer
from the snow-covered garden shining through the chinks in
the curtains, I should have liked to go out by the window and
play some boyish prank perhaps bombard the absurd place
with snowballs. Or I wanted a brownie to come, sit down at
the writing-table, and do my work for me; because my book
was at a standstill, and had been for weeks, while the roaring
of the tram and the hideous clangour of the bell had racked
my brain. It is not well to be with a much-occupied woman
when one has a difficult picture to paint, a delicate web to weave.
Nor was I bothered with only one woman; there were many.
During the numerous waking hours of the day there seemed
to be lots of Gannas about, each wanting something different,
each full of herself, each joyfully and excitedly planning, each
with special requests and many of them were strangers to whom
I had to be introduced.
I am allowed Pocket-Money. A layette had to be provided.
Rent must be paid. Servants must get their wages. I needed
a thick overcoat; Ganna, a new cloak. T h e interest on her dowry
did not suffice for these disbursements. W e broke in upon the
capital, and this proved a nightmare to Ganna; we sold some
of the gilt-edged securities, a step she regarded with horror.
I became infected with veneration for the holy of holies. There
is nothing more invasive than money and the money-spirit. On
the first of the month, when I went to the bank in order to
draw the housekeeping money. I felt like a thief. The pay-clerk,
274
J OSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
A ND
BETTINA
27s
276
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
silent contempt. She never knew how much time was needed
to do a particular piece of work properly, with the result that
either she demanded the impossible or else she was humbugged.
She did not understand the speech or the mentality of common
folk. Her own rather stilted language took her servants aback,
and they mistrusted her. At one moment, butter would not melt
in her mouth; and the next, she would speak roughly to under
lings. T he middle-class arrogance and the literary culture of this
daughter of the M ewiss made it impossible for her to consider
servingfolk as o f the same flesh and blood as herself. Directly
the slightest clash occurred, she was in a fury, and her eyes
blazed. A t first I was able to intervene as peacemaker, but after
a time, when I attempted to do so, her wrath was directed
against me. I was compelled to let matters take their course,
for otherwise the skirmishing in the household would have been
too exhausting.
One of these maids, Resi, was able to twist Ganna round her
fingers, by the grossest flattery. Then came an evening when
the young woman cleared out the contents of the linen-cupboard
and vanished. A certain Kathi had several followers, and when
Ganna caught one o f them in the kitchen there was a terrible
hubbub. Pepi was taken into custody by the police, upon sus
picion of arson at a previous mistresss. Hanna proved to be
syphilitic. When we discharged her, her fancy man forced his
way into the house and threatened me with a revolver. Occa
sionally we employed charwomen, as dirty and untidy as if they
had been rounded up from a slum in a police raid. Some of
our domestics made a practice of carrying off flour, rice, and
pots o f jam under their skirts. T h e whole morning, our rooms
stank o f burnt milk. Maids-of-all-work came and maids-of-allwork went. Ganna spent innumerable hours at registry-offices.
In the evening after such a visit she would return radiant,
declaring she had discovered a pearl. Tw o days later, the pearl
would turn out to be a rotten pea. At times Ganna was dis
couraged, and I had to comfort her. Now and again, one of
her sisters would come to lend a hand not without malicious
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
277
278
JOSEPH
K E RK H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
279
a8o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
281
282
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
283
284
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
she was as excited by the honour as a girl training for the stage
to whom an important role has unexpectedly been assigned.
I was perfectly willing to bestow upon these celebrities the
veneration which Ganna believed to be their due. I knew m yself
to be of no particular account, for I did not suffer from swelled
head. Such intellectual achievements as have been placed to my
credit never made me think too much of myself. I believed that
Ganna knew the ropes; that (to vary the metaphor) she would
find her own level and help me to find mine. I allowed myself
to be drawn into the vortex, and meekly followed her into the
best houses, as she called them seriously, and I (in m y secret
thoughts) with an inevitable tang of sarcasm. It occurred to
me, however, from time to time, that it behoved us to repay
all this hospitality in kind. One could not go on for ever accepting,
and give nothing in return. But Ganna declared that this was
not expected from artists and men of letters. Since her statement
suited my inclination, I believed what she said, thus placing
myself on the same level as the famous tenor who was only
invited because his name appeared so frequently in the news
papers; or at a lower level, since the tenor would occasionally
pay for being invited by singing without fee. Besides, it would
have been difficult for us to give dinner parties, inasmuch as
we kept a very bad table When Ganna gave a family party, as
she did sometimes, I was aware that my relatives-in-law were
often hard put to it not to show disgust at the taste and suspicion
concerning the ingredients o f a dish. Ganna had not the remotest
idea that there was anything wrong with the food served at
home. For her, eating was equivalent to stoking an engine; and
she consumed an underboiled potato with as much relish or
contented lack of relish as she consumed a pineapple.
One evening we went to an at home at Bugattos. This
individual was much courted at the time, being a banker of
note and a power in the financial world. I can recall being
troubled by a good many disagreeable feelings. Ganna, how
ever, was in her element, surrounded by a circle of professors,
doctors, barristers, councillors of one sort and another, industrial
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
285
286
JOSEPH
KERKH OVEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
myself in the wrong. That was what Ganna had been waiting
for, and she vengefully turned the advantage to account.
You systematically make enemies o f people, so it is not to
be wondered at if the sales of your books are unsatisfactory.
A venomous remark, which did not hurt me any less because
it confused too distinct issues. T he wrangle continued after we
got home, lasted so long that at two in the morning the Ohnegrolls, who slept in the room beneath ours, knocked on the
ceiling with a broom-handle. This infuriated Ganna yet more.
She went on berating me, no longer in the mellifluous tones
she had used in Bugattos drawing-room when talking to dig
nitaries and the wealthy, but in the litigious bellow of a termagant
who will use any possible rhetorical device to browbeat an
adversary. T he absurd, the astonishing thing is that I was brow
beaten! When I recall the matter after these many years, I
cannot but think that her elfin ways must explain my weakness,
a blind impulse that dulled my wits.
The Hothouse of the Feelings. I think with horror of the
days when Ferry was out of sorts. If the child had the slightest
rise in temperature, Ganna was almost beside herself. T h e nurse
was severely cross-questioned. Had there been the slightest
error, of omission or commission, whether in diet or other
respects, there was a tremendous row, and she would be given
notice. (When the boys temperature came down, notice would
be withdrawn.) Images of all conceivable diseases from which
a child might suffer, chased one another through Gannas mind,
and these possible dangers drove her crazy. Still, danger can
be avoided if its oncoming is recognised in time and if its causes
are averted. According to Gannas philosophy, human beings
make their own fortune and misfortune, wield over themselves
powers of life and death. One who is guided by skilled medical
advice and acts in accordance with the wisdom of science, cannot
suffer serious mishap. Microbes she regarded as the gravest
among threatening dangers, and she conducted the fight against
them after the manner of a flea-hunt. One would be all right
if one had learned from doctors and bacteriologists the art by
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
287
288
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
289
290
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
291
Thus Irmgard kept a bold front; but after Ganna had departed
in a rage, she burst into tears.
When she related these incidents to me, she asked, somewhat
acidly:
W hat do you think now of your theory that Ganna is a
feminine Don Quixote? Can you show me the element of
sublimity in the folly of her present attitude?
Y ou must not judge Ganna by particular actions, I rejoined.
You only understand her as a whole, as a person whose character
lacks restraint. Her errors, her passions, her fallacious inferences,
are the outcome o f something grand in her. W hy not call it
splendid folly ? Y our sisters have always made mock of her.
T h e ludicrous in her lies very deep, in the region where she
fights phantoms. For her, everything becomes a phantom: human
beings, the world, you, I, her own self. She has no sense of
reality.
Irmgard looked at me reflectively.
Poor Alexander, she whispered.
W hy do you say Poor Alexander ?
I only meant . . .
Go on.
I only meant that perhaps you are the one who has no sense
of reality!
Real Human Values. I notice that Ganna is extremely
disquieted. She listens, she spies, she looks at me with the
searching glance of the forsaken lover on the stage. She sets
verbal traps, in the hope that I shall betray myself. When these
fail, she tries heavy artillery.
I am the most miserable woman in the world, she exclaims,
tramping to and fro in the room as if she would like to knock
down the walls.
You are seeing ghosts, Ganna. The unhappiness is a figment.
Irmgard is far too conscientious to become involved in the sort
of liaison you are talking about.
Irmgard? She would wade through slaughter to get anything
she wants!
292
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
293
ALEXANDER
294
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTIN A
295
296
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
297
impedimenta; she lugs along with her all kinds o f things she
considers indispensable a book; a thick cloak; a rug, in case
we want to lie down; an umbrella, though there is not a cloud
in the sky; a big hand-bag containing food, notebook, facecream; a straw hat hanging by its chin-band over her arm. O f
course she cannot carry all this herself, so I must take my share
o f the load. I want to walk for exercise, she wants to revel in
the expedition. Enthusiastic comment on the landscape bores,
m e; she dilates upon the beauties of every hill within sight. In
her ecstasy she links her arm in mine; but since this forces
me to keep step with her and to mind my paces as if I were
an invalid, I impatiently unhitch and press on ahead. (I am a
quick walker as I am a quick breather, a quick eater, a quick
liver. How, then, can we keep pace? There is organic incom
patibility.)
This leads to recriminations.
Surely a woman who has borne you two children and has
suckled each of them for eight months, needs some consideration ?
Her husband should not bustle her about so heartlessly as you
bustle me.
It is true that I am inconsiderate, that I behave in a way
which brings her bodily weakness home to her; that I lack
chivalry. But I wish she had left out that bit about bearing chil
dren. In her view, to bear children and to nurse them at the
breast are what for a military commander the winning of battles
is praiseworthy deeds for which she must be honoured with
the crown of the Mater Dolorosa. She talks as if children were
only begotten through some uncanny malice on the part of the
male; and as if the woman who brings them into the world,,
an innocent victim, were entitled to levy tribute on him for the
rest of her life because of his despicable breach of trust. As soon
as Ganna has erected such an argumentative bastion as this, she
continues her advance at the storming-pace. She questions
heaven.
W hy should it be my lot, of all people in the world, to have
a ruthless egoist as my life-companion; I who (God be my
K*
298
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
299
selves. Only a winged soul keeps young. For such a soul, love
is innate. It does not need to receive love, but gives forth love
from its surplus store; its trouble is not lack, but superabundance.
A gain :
There is a sorrow so intense that one longs to stretch oneself
at full length on the ground and weep; so intense that when
one speaks, it is with a wounded tongue; so intense that the
air weighs on ones shoulders like an alp. Y et things have but
taken their natural course. It is lovely when two human beings
walk freely side by side, and belong to one another in imagination.
Then there is a bitter-sweet flavour even in the pain of loss,
and what has slipped away indefinitely and without perturba
tions has been midway between passion and a brotherly-sisterly
affection; has not even been shattered, for it remains enshrined
as a golden memory. Night after night, I have anxiety dreams!
Yesterday evening in the park, when we bade farewell to one
another, speaking freely for what was to be the last time, and
when she was standing before me pale and motionless, a shootingstar flashed across the sky.
Traude having married a Berlinese manufacturer called
Heckenast, Irmgard felt uneasy and lonely in the nest. It was
natural, therefore, that she should listen favourably to Leitners
wooing, for the man was a good fellow, and intelligent. M y
own feeling for her was as strong as ever, although at this time
I had begun to enter into close relationships with other women.
Irmgards image was very dear to me. I was extremely depen
dent on women. When I lacked the experience o f erotic intoxi
cation, the bewitching entanglement o f the senses, I felt only
half alive. Irmgard knew this well enough, and had never made
any claim upon me. On the evening mentioned in the last extract
from my diary, after a long silence I grasped her hand and kissed
it fervently. She drew back in alarm. Then she asked, almost
as if talking to herself:
How do things really stand between you and Ganna?
No change. There can be no change.
Have you never thought of a separation?
3oo
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
301
though even then I had a room well away from the rest of them.
There was an increasing lack of repose about Ganna. She was
at war with every one. She quarrelled even with the in-dwelling
owners of the place: because the day assigned for the use of
the laundry did not suit her; because the main door was closed
too early; because they had scolded her cook; because there
was gossip about us among the neighbours; or what not. Always
there was a grievance. Perpetually I had to mediate, compose
differences, apologise. On fine evenings, the guests in the vine
yard taverns made a damnable row. W hat could I do but flee
from the house when its atmosphere became intolerable ?
As soon as Ganna came to realise that I was unfaithful to
her, it was a great distress to her. Still, I have never learned
what was really going on within her at this period. I often found
her in tears; sometimes she flashed out at m e; now and again
it seemed to me that she had accepted the situation, and had
decided to tolerate my lapses, much as so many working-class
women put up with a husbands spending his evenings in a
pothouse. Since, for her sake, I was as discreet as possible in
my amours, she could console herself with the fact that she did
not know the woman in the case. Anyhow it was only a mis
tress. She herself remained the lawful wife. No casual loveaffairs o f mine should shake her dominant position in this respect.
She also cherished the delusion that, in a sense, she retained
the supervision of m y liaisons. Whenever a new woman entered
m y life, began to engross m y thoughts and affections, Gannas
first endeavour was to find out how dangerous this rival might
be, to what extent the invader challenged the wifes rights of
possession. Her general behaviour was guided in accordance with
the principles o f a sovereign domestic policy. A man such as
I, she said (and it was often repeated to me), would be spiritually
impoverished if he lacked a succession of fresh experiences. It
was essential to the fostering of my creative imagination that
I should not be allowed to stagnate in the fam ily; and I toiled
so incessantly that I needed occasional distraction. The upshot
was (had I clearly understood, though I closed my eyes to a
302
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
303
For G ods sake, no. Y ou must not leave her. Even if you
came away with me, I should always feel that you were with
her.
As far as Yvonne was concerned, Ganna had no uneasiness.
M y sister-in-law Justine informed me one day that Ganna had
said to her with a furtive smile: Just fancy; he has an intimacy
now with a Belgian countess! Even Justine, who was rather
dull-witted, found this snobbishness unpleasing. For m y part,
I was saddened and revolted by it. Y et there was no remedy.
I was content to avoid scenes, which embittered my life with
Ganna.
Such scenes, however, were intolerably frequent during my
liaison with Claudia Frohmann, a woman of exceptional charm,
though by no means beautiful; so agreeable, so witty, so sensitive
and yet so bright and cheerful, that I fell over head and ears
in love with her at first sight. It was a love of the nerves and
the skin, but more stimulating to me than any of my previous
amours, for she was full of surprises, of mysteries which chal
lenged m y self-control. But Ganna would allow me no veils to
conceal my nakedness from her piercing gaze. As soon as she
was on the track o f one o f my lapses, she would not rest
content without a full confession. It was only on such terms
that I could purchase her tolerance. Her reward was that she
must be in the know, lest some outsider should be able to tell
tales her ignorance o f which would make her feel like a fool.
From the outset she had an ineradicable mistrust of Claudia,
this being determined, partly by her sensing the young womans
instinctive dislike o f herself, partly because she recognised the
intensity of the fascination Claudia exerted over me, and partly
because even she could not escape the lure of Claudias modernity
and refinement. Still, she had contented herself with the know
ledge that she herself was the stronger, that she herself held
the trump-cards. W hat mortified her beyond endurance (as I
can very well understand) was that the Frohmanns, who were
popular and o f good standing, boycotted her socially. D ay after
day, I went to their hospitable house a house from which she
3 o4
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
305
36
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
pitious. Turning on her heel, she went out, slamming the door
behind her so violently that some o f the books in the shelves
fell down. Claudia, still deadly pale, whispered, You shouldnt
have exposed me to this ; put up her hair as quickly as she
could; gathered her belongings; and went out through the other
door to the ante-room and the staircase.
I sat there with one thought in my mind: Its all over now !
A t nightfall, Ganna came in, very quietly. Not a word of reproach
did she utter. She sat down behind me, and stroked my hair
gently with her slender little hands. What was passing through
her mind? Was she delighted at having put Claudia to rout,
and at being alone with me once more? Obviously, she had
nothing to fear if all these love-episodes ended in her being
left alone with me, mistress of the field. She would see to it
that after every amorous campaign I should come back to her
repentant; injured or uninjured; but preferably injured, for then
she could nurse me back to health. She was the lawful wife, who
could declare with radiant happiness: The woman is not yet
bom that can take him away from me; and if one should ever
be born, then woe unto her!
The Moral Postulate. If friends who read this shake their
heads in surprise and disapproval, let me assure them that I
fully understand their sentiments. I can hear them asking: How
could you behave like that? Had you no eyes for the dangers
that were threatening? Was it compatible with your sense of
loyalty and decency thus to bring increasing mental distress upon
your wife and to undermine her sense of security ? For, that you
distressed her cannot be doubted, although, with her incurable
optimism, she might be able to feign indifference even in her
secret self-communings. Your relationship with her was falsified,
your existence was rotten to the core. How could you go on
leading such a life?
But those who should arraign me in such terms would be
confounding the picture I am drawing here with my vision of
m y life at the time it was being lived. How hard do I find it to
ignore, more or less, the experiences of the subsequent twenty
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
37
3o 8
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
39
3i o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
311
ALEXANDER
312
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTIN A
313
One fine day, Ganna was moving along through the streets
of our suburb when she happened upon a fenced field where
the grass was growing heavenward and waving in the breeze
like a green flag. A thought flashed into her mind: This is
where the children must have their school. A pregnant hour!
Instantly there rose before her minds eye what might be done
with the place: well-built frame-houses, open sheds for the
classes, adequately ventilated dormitories for the boarders, an
assembly room, a lawn-tennis ground, a gymnasium. W hy should
she not have such a place built according to her designs ? It was
only a question of funds.
Within a few minutes, as she stood rooted to the spot, and
looked affectionately at her discovery, the following considera
tions passed through her mind. What do moneyed people exist
for, except to provide money? Those who supplied what was
needed would have a share in the profits, and the capital could
be repaid if the undertaking were successful. Found a jointstock company; establish a school community. A splendid field
like this was a fine property in itself, but perhaps it was going
cheap. Within a few years, the site would have increased so
much in value that the increment would defray the prime cost
o f the scheme, in the very unlikely event of its not being a
paying educational proposition. But pupils would flock hither
from Austria and Germany, if propaganda were carried out on
the grand scale. Alexanders literary connexions would secure
publicity. The venture would be a gold-mine. She would keep
the field as her own property. What would the price be? Sixty,
perhaps seventy thousand. T h e district was developing, and in
a few years the site would be worth half a million. This would
secure for me an independent life, and free me from pecuniary
cares in my old age. Meanwhile the children at this open-air
school would have a heavenly time of it.
Ganna saw no difficulties. She did not remember stories she
must have read in childhood, that of Alnaschar, The Barbers
Fifth Brother, in the Arabian Nights Entertainments, and L a
Fontaines fable of Pierrette et le Pot-au-Lait^
3i 4
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
315
316
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
317
know the details, and can only be guided by what I heard from
Ganna. W ith her fearlessness o f the trite, she said: I have
warmed a viper in my bosom. But this viper was not the only
one of the crowd to turn against her. Every day there were fresh
adversaries, tale-bearers, traitors, conspirators. Borngraber
became the centre of a faction. So did Ganna. This feud was
not the best way o f starting a sound educational enterprise.
What on earth has gone wrong? I wondered. Ganna would
not hurt a fly. W hy, then, are these people so angry with her?
Various persons came to me with complaints and accusations.
It was all beyond me, so I asked Ganna to throw light upon
what I had been told. According to her, she was a victim of
envy and malice, and the rival clique was trying to wrest the
direction of affairs from her hands. I must espouse her cause.
M y word would be decisive. If I threw my weight into the
scales, none of them would venture to side against her.
I did not agree that my word would carry so much weight,
but I wanted to help her if I could, for I felt as if she had
a pack of hounds baying on her trail. She was terribly distressed.
She was sacrificing herself for great ideas, and this was her
reward! Easily recognisable became the figure of the female
Don Quixote in a hostile world. Something must be done. I
discussed matters with the teachers, with the perfidious Born
graber, with Dr. Pauli, with an aulic councillor who was honorary
patron o f the school and whom Ganna trusted. M y intervention
was futile. I did not know myself in this contentious atmosphere.
A medley of irritated voices unnerves me. I am not cut out for
the part of mediator, for I cannot decide between the contending
parties.
Some of the disputants informed me that Ganna had given
me erroneous reports upon certain vital points. When she became
aware that I had vacillated, she railed against me.
What am I to do, Ganna? I asked in despair. Th ey are
all buzzing round me like angry wasps.
I visited the chairman of the board of directors, Privy Coun
cillor Schonpflug. I found the man congenial, but he said:
318
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
319
by the giver; how show gratitude for it, since gratitude which
one cannot reciprocate becomes a burden? I was not equipped
with the open maw of those men of genius (and, indeed, I did
not deem myself a genius) who take the help of their admirers
as a matter o f course. For that, I was too much permeated with
the bourgeois spirit of pacts and contracts and tit for tat. T h e
formulas of nothing for nothing, and value for value received,
were constituents o f my blood. I could not imagine there was
any service I had done my friends which would warrant their
making so princely a return.
Ganna had no scruples. It seemed to her perfectly natural
that people should spoil me a little. When they did so, she said,
they were only paying back some of the abundance I had given
them.
Nonsense! I rejoined uneasily. There are thousands of
my sort. Ninety per cent of them drop into the gutter. One
may consider oneself well off if one has enough to eat and a
bed to sleep in. W hat am I that I should expect to live in Luxury
T ow n? W e are too brazen in our demand for security.
Ganna protested vigorously. She was the child of a luxuriant
and pretentious epoch, in which spiritual values and mental work
had their quotation on the stock exchange like ordinary shares.
Although she did not say so in plain words, she thought a great
deal more of me because I was a man to whom people could
give a house in this casual way. Nothing of the sort had hap
pened since the days of the M edici. She sang hosannas about
the great event to all the winds of heaven, and when I urged
discretion she did not understand me.
Anyhow, we now had a neutral territory, where we could act
in common to further our joint interests. There was occupation
for Ganna. She had to be filled with fuel like a stove, and could
then do twenty things at once, all of them with the same fervour.
W hen we were discussing the plans for the house, were looking
for a site, were negotiating with the architect, examining designs,
buying furniture and other essentials for my part, too, I shook
off the passivity which had taken possession of me in all matters
320
JOSEPH
K E R K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
321
322
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
relations at all. From top to toe she was enwrapped in her own
ego as the silkworm pupa is enwrapped in its self-spun cocoon.
But in my own memory every moment o f this cohabitation is
deeply graven. I recall distinctly the disorder of Gannas reddishbrown hair, illuminated from time to time by the lurid blue
o f lightning-flashes for a thunderstorm was raging; I recall a
great bunch o f alpine roses that stood in front of the mirror;
places in the ceiling where the whitewashed plaster had fallen
aw ay; the cry o f a bird that perched for a moment on the window
sill ; the loud rustling of the leaves o f the old hornbeam; a spider
that ran across the pillow . . .
When my daughter Doris was born, Ganna and I were already
settled in the new house.
Truth Dawns. -Not until then did the troubles connected
with the school community attain the dimensions of a catas
trophe, profoundly affecting my life and Gannas. T h e main
dispute arose out o f the fact that Ganna obstinately refused to
transfer the legal ownership of the field to the company. The
shareholders considered it intolerable that the chief site upon
which the school buildings had been erected should be in private
hands, and that the owner, though a member of the concern,
should draw a considerable sum as rent. A t stormy meetings,
Ganna was given to understand that this arrangement was both
immoral and unbusinesslike. It made a very bad impression,
said the critics, that she should pose as the idealist who had
founded the undertaking while grasping at the lions share of
the material advantages. Persons who feel they are being done
out of profits which they ought to be making, are apt to be
peculiarly harsh in their strictures upon those who want to
secure tangible as well as moral gains. Either you are a
trader, they say, or else you are a priest. You cant have it
both ways. T h e heads o f the opposing faction went so far as
to declare Gannas position radically unsound. Their contention
was that she had got possession o f the field by a shady deal,
and that they had proofs.
Ganna was furious, and the world became for her a gloomy
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
323
place. She vowed she would rather perish than surrender the
field. Not a square foot, not a blade of grass, would she hand
over. It was inevitable that our children, for whose sake the
enterprise had been inaugurated, should become aware that
their mother was unpopular. There was no question of their
occupying the preferential status of which Ganna had dreamed;
but it does not seem to me that there was any ground for her
lachrymose contention that they were treated worse than the
other pupils, and suffered spiritual damage. I told her that it
seemed to me a very good thing if they were brought into contact
with the harsh realities of life. This made Ganna exceeding
w ro th :
Y ou dare to find excuses for those scoundrels, she said,
spitting fire. A weakling, as usual. Every one knows that you
turn against your unhappy wife when you have a chance. God
will punish you.
What a way to attack me! I had never turned against her.
As for G ods punishments, what did she know about them?
She only called upon the name of God for purposes of male
diction. For her, God was Ganna Herzogs special constable,
volleying His thunderbolts at evildoers who committed crimes
against His beloved Ganna.
She intruded into the classrooms to tell the teachers home
truths. Naturally this did not better the situation. Ferry rebelled
against going to school any more; the mother had sinned, and
the childrens teeth were set on edge. She could now find no
epithets vile enough for the description of the teaching which
hitherto she had extolled. T h e teachers, who had all been
Froebels and Pestalozzis, now became depraved rascals. Any
means were acceptable to her in the attempt to oust Borngraber
from the headmastership, though for a time she had certainly
been a little in love with him. She conspired with the school
servants and the charwomen. Day after day, she hobnobbed with
persons in whom the name of Herzog had long ceased to inspire
respect. Association with them was a continual source of friction
and exhaustion. Like every one with an axe to grind, she was
324
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
325
326
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
327
328
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
329
330
JOSEPH
KERKH OVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
331
332
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
333
ALEXANDER
B E G IN N IN G O F T H E E N D
Whatever creeps and crawls, is driven to the pastures
by Gods scourge. H e r a c l i t u s .
I become acquainted with Bettina. I met Bettina Merck
at the house of some friends named Waldbauer, a young married
couple. T h e husbands specialty was the history of art. Bettina
was then five-and-twenty. I was forty-two. She had been married
seven years, and had two children, both daughters. M erck, who
was little older than his wife, was head of a large china-manufactory, having inherited the place from his father. Bettinas
father had been a famous composer and conductor, whose
musical gifts she shared. On friendly terms with Kainz and
M ahler, he is still remembered as one of the last sustainers of
the Old-Austrian tradition. M any of his songs have become
folk-songs, and live on in popular memory detached from the
name of the composer. I knew him personally, and had a very
distinct memory of him as a refined and gentle creature. He
had a peculiar vein o f amiable humour, and perhaps amiability
had been his salient characteristic. When I said as much,
Bettinas eyes shone. She had been devoted to her father, and
revered his memory.
What especially struck me about her that first evening was
a sort of laughing verve. Strangely enough I was a little alienated
by it, for it seemed out of keeping with the times and the general
condition of the world. Shes just like her father, was my carp
ing thought; always frivolous, always in triple time. Anything
amusing that was said, brought from her a hearty response o f fullthroated laughter. At times the room was filled with her laughter,
which was contagious, spreading to other members of the company
as if by radiation. This, too, troubled me. W hy? As a child I
had been liable to attacks o f weltschmerz if I saw another boy
eating bread and butter when I had none. When I slowly thawed,
and kindled in response to her cheerfulness, it was with the
AND
BETTIN A
335
336
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
337
338
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
339
all our friends and acquaintances, Bettina knew, not only that
Gannas attitude towards my playing her false (Bettina called
it playing false, though the term was hardly fair in view of
the openness of my lapses) was one of perfect equanimity, but
that my wife actually gloried in it, because of her conviction
that she herself was the lawful spouse as compared with those
other women who were merely concubines upon whom for a
space I bestowed my fickle favours. Bettina knew this, but sup
pressed the knowledge, partly for the sake of all women, since
my conduct and that of my light of loves was a humiliation
for her sex, and partly for the sake of Ganna. She opined that
those who failed to ignore the depths to which human beings
can descend, were casting a slur upon their fellows. I, who at
that time had the usual corrupt outlook of a libertine, shrugged
m y shoulders, and considered Gannas tolerance an estimable
trait.
Unfortunately (unfortunately for me, since I strongly desired
Bettina to respect Ganna), the following incident took place in
Bettinas presence. Ganna, who suspected that the piano-teacher
was skimping Elisabeths music-lessons, had told the housemaid
to keep an eye on the clock. Informed that the lesson had been
eight minutes short of the stipulated hour, Ganna rushed out
into the passage (where Bettina was putting on her cloak) and
gave the disconcerted Fraulein a tongue-lashing.
I pay you for the punctual discharge of your duties. Not
only must you come at the proper time, but you are cheating
if you leave before the hour is up. Unless you can give full
measure, you neednt trouble to come again.
I had grown accustomed to such scenes and was callous; but
Bettina, more sensitive, turned deadly pale. I pay you for
so and so. How horrible that one woman should speak like that
to another! A t a later date, when Bettina and I were talking
over the affair, she told me she had been hard put to it not to
tell Ganna to mind her manners. I had been comparatively
unconcerned by my w ifes tantrum. Ganna is what she is,
I said to myself (and others). One must take the rough with
340
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
341
342
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
343
344
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
345
grew shorter and shorter in which she was able to dream herself
out of the present and to contemplate the future without dismay.
She sustained shock after shock, as life showed her its teeth.
She was smitten to the heart when she learned that I had read
aloud parts of my new book to Bettinas circle. It aroused in
her a fiercer jealousy, far worse than physical jealousy could
be, that I had not asked her to be present on the occasion. She
had the terrible feeling of being shut out. Y et matters had
reached such a pass that I did not want Ganna as a member
o f my audience, because my friends did not want her there.
T h ey could not endure her; she did not fit in; did not under
stand their ways, was hopelessly out of tune with them. O f
course they did not say so, but I could not fail to be aware of
it. I suffered with Ganna, suffered because she suffered; but
what could I do about it? The discord would have been in
tolerable, to have Ganna and Bettina in the same room, and
myself between them, no more than a voice. In the attempt to
console her, I took refuge in a lie, telling her that her feelings
and her judgment were of such moment to me that I needed
her alone with me. T h e presence of others would interfere with
out mutual contact. Although she only half believed me, per
haps this subterfuge helped to assuage her disappointment for
a time. Since, however, the relief could be no more than
temporary, my falsehood was crueller and more treacherous
than the naked truth would have been.
Had Ganna had a little more knowledge of the world, had
she possessed only a trifle more self-control, my friends would
not have found it so hard to make allowances for her queer,
impulsive, and unmannerly behaviour. (I myself, at this date,
closed my eyes to some of her more sinister qualities.) But she
did everything possible to make herself hated, nay dreaded. Her
tiny hands could rend like the claws of a beast of prey; her
tiny feet could trample mercilessly upon others feelings. One
day she rang up Paul Merck on the phone, told him she had
heard that his children were suffering from chickenpox, and
that in these circumstances all communications between the
346
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
two families had better be cut off. She ended with the unpar
donable words :
I must urgently request you, Herr Merck, to forbid your
w ifes meeting my husband so long as there is any danger of
infection.
Paul Merck, being a well-bred man, could hardly believe his
ears.
You must excuse me, Frau Herzog, he said, but I am
not accustomed to forbid my wife anything. She judges for
herself.
He hung up the receiver as if it had been red-hot, seized a
thick pamphlet, and tore it to pieces in his rage. (I had the
information from Bettina.)
When the story came to my ears, my flesh crept, and the
next time I met Merck I did what I could to find excuses for
Gannas rudeness. I went on to say what a remarkable
woman she really was, dilated on her merits in terms that made
Paul and Bettina stare at me aghast. T h ey were silent during
my tirade, until Merck found it impossible to stifle a sceptical
chuckle, which served only to inflame my advocacy. Bettinas
face was unmoved, betraying no more doubt or curiosity than
if I had been talking of a woman at the antipodes, of some one
she had never met and was never likely to meet.
Ganna, however, had made up her mind to talk matters over
with Bettina, who might perhaps see a way out of the impasse.
Ganna felt as if she were about to put her head into a lions
mouth, but had enough self-confidence to be hopeful of the
result, and therefore made a formal appointment. Bettina looked
forward to the interview with a palpitating heart, but showed
no sign of agitation, receiving Ganna as courteously as any other
guest. Very soon afterwards she gave me a sketchy account of
what had taken place, but did not fill in the details till
months had passed, when the depressing first effects had
worn off.
A charmingly laid tea-table, well-made tea of delicious quality,
plates of thin bread and butter the butter thin as well as the
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
347
348
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
349
that she sought ways and means for delivering me from Bettinas
supposed nets. Upon this foundation she built one of those
indestructible fictions with whose aid she was wont to keep her
head above the water. I must be suffering from a reluctantly
endured sexual slavery, must be tormented by the longing to
escape from the bonds of the heartless Circe and to return to
the arms of my true-love, Ganna. But Circe, the cruel deceiver,
would not allow this; she threw me into an enchanted slumber
with her philtre, robbing me of my virility so that I repudiated
Ganna for her sake, which was all the easier because the sorceress
was able to make Gannas virtues assume the semblance of vices.
But Ganna was not satisfied with this fairly harmless perversion
of the truth. She gradually managed to convince herself that
Bettina must have had a hand in bringing about the forced sale
of the school-field and not Bettina alone, but the whole Waldbauer clique had been a party to the machinations, for the
main object of these people and their hangers-on had been to
calumniate Ganna, to estrange me from her, and thus to lay
her low.
Refutation of these absurdities was fruitless. The notion
gathered strength, became affiliated with other delusions, made
the air I had to breathe asphyxiating and the skies overhead
gloomier and gloomier.
M y Fault and Bettinas. I ought to write a great deal more
about Bettina, but the task is difficult. Every image of her seems
to me so close that to sketch it in outline is impossible, and I
must confine myself to showing step by step what changes she
produced in my inner and outer life. I think this will give a
clearer idea of her nature and personality than if I were to write
at considerable length about her qualities, her appearance, or
her changing moods. The person with whom one is really living
in intimate contact becomes invisible, just as one is invisible
to oneself; one has only intimations of a presence, in which
one has become immersed, and in whose being one is oneself
in turn revealed. In such circumstances the word love ceases
to have any definite meaning.
350
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
351
352
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
353
establish herself so near Ganna, but she had taken a fancy for
the cottage, and it was not until the fourth summer that she
could bring herself to choose a different one at the other end
of the valley. Also we realised too late that we had made a mis
take in having our love-nest at Ebenweiler, where I had become
a marked figure through years of summer-residence. But I was
fond of this nook in the mountains, and it provided so perfectly
the environment I needed as a contemplative and creative writer.
No other summer resort would have suited me as well; and,
had we found one, Ganna would certainly have hunted us out
there. If I was well known at Ebenweiler, I was also liked there,
and perhaps, it was there, after all, I could best hope to escape
being anathematised for my free union with Bettina.
Ganna, however, was quick to seize her opportunity, to make
the most she could of our open challenge to respectability. She
assumed the airs of a martyr in order to arouse compassion.
Had she been less sedulous to create a Ganna-party, she
would have had more adherents; but, as usual, she over-acted
her role. Still, there was an obvious tendency to cold-shoulder
Bettina. Calumnious tongues did their evil work. Every other
day, almost, Ganna sent her a dictatorial letter or an imperious
message. Bettina ignored all this, and walked as if on wings;
but some of the mud splashed her ankles. She did not seem to
notice that she was being cu t; or, if it wounded her for a moment,
the sight of a lovely flower-bed, or an hours violin-playing,
would enable her to forget. She was not one to lower her eyes
humbly. Gossip was nothing to her. An acquaintance urged
discretion. W hy did she go about with me so openly? W hy
shouldnt I? she answered. How otherwise would people
become accustomed to the situation?
Still, this publicity was our danger-point. We ought to have
been more discreet. It was a mistake to slap Gannas face as
we did. Naturally she grew bitter. We were running up a debt,
which we should have to pay in after years, with usurious
interest. If there persisted in Ganna any remnants of womanly
self-respect, we stripped her of them unheeding, and in the
M
354
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
355
356
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
357
358
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
359
know what her right hand was doing. Y et I never knew any
one who was so frequently and so spitefully misunderstood as
she, with her cheerfulness and her smiling straightforwardness.
This often puzzled me. Perhaps it was because she was a little
too ready of speech, too sure of herself; and because she would
not allow herself to be led by the nose, but valiantly pursued
the truth as she saw it. Naturally this mortified many persons.
What a comfort to have some one with whom one can associate
without unceasing contention. She had invariably so much to
tell me about the days doings, when we met in the evening,
and there was generally enough food for conversation until far
on into the night.
During this period I wrote a number o f sonnets addressed
to her, and will incorporate three o f them here:
I
I dreamed of thee mid lovely flowers wild,
And in a landscape twixt the sun and moon,
Which, like Diana, on thee gently smiled,
Dianas smile itself a gracious boon.
O f Terra thou a happy confidant,
A trusty heart, a handmaid true and tried.
When dream had passed and day was vigilant,
Becamest thou at dawn my chosen guide.
T h y merit this, that deed should follow deed,
With proud rejection of accustomed pain;
Resistance, too, of darkness slothful reign,
O f thriftless effort and of restless speed.
Thus art thou to my nature strangely kin;
In every form thou hast, a spirit twin.
II
If thee as sister I have known so late,
So late have chosen thee as greatest friend,
Not until now have recognised my mate,
Nor wedded thee until this summers end;
360
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Ill
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
361
36a
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
True, but why should she lose you? W hy should not she
spend most of her time with us?
I did not wholly take in her words; and what I did under
stand of them, filled me with remorse. How much I had to
make good to my children! What is worse for young people
than the continued presence of a mother who is never composed,
is always agitated, at odds with herself, at war with mankind,
knowing nothing about her fellow-creatures ? Defensive impulses
are rife in them; her affection is burdensome, her punishments
seem sheer brutality; they become animated by secret resistances,
and have no good will to meet her wishes; the core of their
nature, instead of developing freely, is confined within a hard
shell of protective reactions. Was I now to leave them to her
tender mercies, when there was nothing but my presence to
save them from the worst ?
Bettina said gently:
I have made no more than a suggestion. The matter is in
your hands. During these four years, you have ripened some
thing within me, and I can no longer endure the open secret
o f our liaison. T he position is a false one, and there is no
justification for it.
You dont need to tell me that, Bettina. I know. But Ganna
will never agree to a divorce.
I am not thinking of divorce, she answered; but of some
thing, my dear, which will establish our relations on a clean and
frank footing. That to begin with, anyway.
W hat? I exclaimed. You would face it out before the
world?
She smiled, in sufficient answer.
But if I take no steps to get a divorce, I persisted, do you
know what lies before us ?
She nodded. Long since, she had contemplated that issue
without flinching.
Where should we live? In Vienna? Out of the question. She
would m a k e the position impossible. If you think otherwise,
you dont know h er!
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
363
364
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
365
366
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
367
When she had recovered from the shock, she began to think
about what she would tell her friends, her brothers-in-law,
her sisters, her mother, the children, the servants. What was
happening was something worse than misfortune; it was inex
piable disgrace. She could not conceive how, under the shadow
of this disgrace, she would be able to meet peoples eyes! Although
she tried to console herself with the belief that the trouble would
last only a few days, still she had to face the terrible fact that I
had taken refuge among strangers. T h e strangers would pass the
news on to other strangers. This would mean that she had been
slighted.
T o avert gossip, she telephoned to a number of acquaintances
(who were greatly astonished to learn that I had returned from the
country earlier than had been expected) that our house was under
repair, and that, in the circumstances, Frau von Hebenstreit had
been good enough to put me up for a few days. Although, as a
part of each of these phone calls, she asked some question or
gave some additional information, introducing her main point
as an irrelevant detail, the people at the other end of the wire
drew their own conclusions, and she started the very gossip she
had wanted to avoid. She took the same path as far as the children
were concerned, in the endeavour to correct fate and to hush
up the truth. The children did not believe her. Naturally they
understood there must be something amiss when Daddy went to
stay in another house instead of coming home. Probably they had
been expecting trouble of this sort for a long time.
When I was made aware of these devices, I perceived as clearly
as if I had actually been present how she was going about the
house furtively, talking in whispers instead of in her natural
voice; how the Ganna full of forebodings was assuming the mask
of a confident Ganna, one of them a figure to commiserate, and
the other enough to provoke anger; how every time the telephone
bell rang she must be rushing to the instrument with eyes widely
opened in expectation; how at certain times of the day she would
incessantly pace to and fro in my study, conjuring up my figure
at the writing-table, looking at this spectre reproachfully, and
368
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
369
How can you know that ? I burst in. Are you not presuming
e?. your power to read the future ?
M y feelings tell m e, she said, as if she had the foreknowledge
of the Parcae. Never have they deceived me, in matters where
my welfare and my road were at stake.
She did not understand. She did not want to understand. W e
made no progress.
I gave a pledge, saying:
You will never lose my friendship, if, in this momentous
hour, you are equal to the occasion.
She was shaken. She wept.
What you ask of me is so hard, she moaned; so frightfully
hard.
O f course it is hard, I replied. But you must not deprive
me of the right to manage my own life as I think best. This much,
at least, you must have learned from me, that ones vocation,
ones course through life, cannot be arbitrarily determined by
another.
She assented with a sob, but in the same breath took refuge in
the argument that she had to fight for the sake of her children.
I ventured to point out that they were my children too.
In your blind following of impulse, you pay no heed to that!
Mastering my temper, I replied:
Anyhow, your children will not be taken away from you.
Nor do I wish to be cut off from my children. For their sake you
must control yourself. Th ey have already suffered too much
from witnessing our quarrels.
Your fault! Your fault, she exclaimed, weeping.
M y fault, perhaps, I admitted; although it is never fair
to say that one party is exclusively to blame in such matters.
It takes two to pick a quarrel. No matter for that, now. What I
want you to understand is that I shall never get over my disap
pointment unless you are great enough to yield. You have within
you all the elements of goodness and greatness; you love poetry,
pictures, wisdom. I have unfailingly believed in you. Are you
going now to convince me that my faith was wrong ?
370
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
371
372
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
373
374
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
If any disputes should arise not that there will be any, for
I shall be as good as gold but if any disputes should arise, you,
Alexander, w ill be the arbiter.
I do not know, even now, whether Ganna took her Countvon-Gleichen idyl seriously. It would be waste of time to enquire,
for she could not distinguish between dream life and real; and
when she let her fancy run riot it was not guided by the vestiges
o f logic which may be found even in the wildest dreams. The
happenings in that imaginary world o f hers were the product
o f a waking delirium. Day after day she returned to the charge
with her wish-fulfilment dream of a triple union, and she fashioned
the most elaborate arguments in its favour. As for my stubborn
resistance to the scheme, that must be the outcome of Bettinas
counter-suggestions. O f course I should have been ashamed to
breathe a syllable about the crazy notion to Bettina; and I could
never have been so base as to betray the foolish imaginings of
the woman I had lived with so long to the woman I hoped to
live with henceforward.
When Ganna at length realised that her efforts in this direction
were unavailing, her view was that her noblest intentions had
been wilfully frustrated. I f those to whom she had unselfishly
offered her hand, refused to make peace, they must have weighty
reasons, and were probably aiming at Gannas ruin. How natural
the suspicion that Bettina M ercks real object was to get possession
o f the house! T he wicked design dated from long since, when
Bettina had planted Klothilde Haar upon the innocent Ganna.
Circe had twisted me round her fingers, for I was hopelessly
pliable, and had become a party to the fell design. Having
secured the house, Bettina would be its sole mistress, and,
having sent Ganna into exile, would lead a princely life there.
That was what would happen to poor Ganna, unless she took active
measures to prevent it. So vividly did this picture of Bettina
triumphantly installed in Alexander Herzogs house present itself
to Ganna, that she often groaned loudly and gnashed her teeth.
When informed that Bettina and Paul had agreed to a friendly
separation, instead o f looking upon this as an example to follow,
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
375
376
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
377
character still, I was linked to her; long ago I had pledged myself
to h e r; I was responsible for her, whatever might be said to the
contrary; I had had three children by her; without me, she would
have no aim, no grip, and would be lost in the wilderness. In
such circumstances, was I really going to play the deserter?
Could I shake the dust off my feet and begin a new life ( a new
life, what a fools paradise it is!) without having completely
shed the trammels o f the old ? But for that, I must sweep away the
phantoms and the fictions. It seemed possible. I did not yet know
that these phantoms and fictions had a terrible tenacity, and a
frightful power for growth that, like the jinnee in the Arabian
Nights when liberated from the brass bottle, they would swell
till the sky was overcast. No, I could not break away. I was not
cold-blooded, not brutal enough. I wanted to save part of Ganna
for myself out of the wreckage. A memory, a sense of gratitude,
a feeling of respect.
Joy lost, A ll lost! Since week followed week, and, despite
my best endeavours, it proved impossible to come to terms with
Ganna, I decided to break the threads, and go to Ebenweiler,
where Bettina was awaiting me. I packed books, manuscripts,
clothes, underlinen; Ganna watching me in consternation, while
the children, perplexed and downcast, ventured a question now
and again. T h e hour of departure arrived, and Ganna came to the
station. What could be said to mitigate the pain of this leavetaking? Ganna talked and talked, almost inarticulately. She was
afraid of my catching cold, of a railway accident; everything was
so uncertain now; I must be careful about my diet: talk, talk,
talk until the train started. Even then, she ran along the platform,
waving her hand. T h e picture stays with me. It was characteristic
of Ganna.
Seventeen hours in the train. T h e Austrian railway traffic was
still much disordered. T he compartment was dirty; the carriage
shook like a diligence on a rough road; the window-glass had been
broken, and the window boarded up; the roof was leaky; the
lamps past work. Looking out into the gathering darkness, I
seemed to see Ganna running beside the train and waving her
378
JOSEPH
KERKH OVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
379
380
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
381
382
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
383
384
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
removed the only person who might still have exercised authority
over her.
One day she said to herself: I will no longer be financially
dependent upon that heartless husband of mine. Speculation
was rife. Phantom money could be picked up by handfuls in the
streets. After talking matters over with a number of so-called
friends and reputed experts, Ganna decided to found a film
periodical. The cinema had become the rage, and, as far as its
spiritual side was concerned, there was a manifest kinship
between Gannas mental processes and the technique of the
movies. Illusion was the essential feature of both. T o Ganna,
illusion was irresistibly attractive in all its forms: hocus-pocus,
astrology, mazdasnan, cheiromancy. They supplied her with
ample opportunities both for self-assertion and for self-efface
ment; for contemplating the whole created universe as a divine
fraud.
As in the case of the school, a financier was speedily forth
coming. The owner of a printing establishment. People were
eager to rid themselves of the spurious money which was so
abundant, in the hope of getting genuine money at a premium
in return, and with this end in view they grasped at every chance.
Ganna did not tell me that she had invested a considerable amount
of her own money (or, rather, of mine) in the scheme. The
exploiters and projectors who were her associates would be able
to fleece her whenever they pleased. Pending this disagreeable
but unforeseen eventuality, she would continue to regard them
as public benefactors. More and more she had come to believe
that suitable contacts were the prime requisites for success in
the literary world, so she hunted up persons of repute among
them, my own intimates and was very angry with any of them
who fobbed her off with unmeaning courtesies instead of giving
solid help. Being prone to extremes, she would then swing over
from admiration to contempt, regarding as a worthless wight one
whom the day before she had extolled as an exemplar of the
virtues. She was editor, sub, book-keeper, and business manager
rolled into one, writing until her fingers were sore, and running
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
38S
hither and thither until so tired that she could scarcely set one
foot before the other. On the morning when the first issue was
published, she hurried from newspaper shop to newspaper shop,
from kiosk to kiosk, asking how the sales were going, and giving
hints as to the way in which these could best be pushed. She
ignored the astonished or compassionate glances which reminded
her of her true position.
A film periodical well, she would not lose caste by founding
one. Get busy! was my thought. You will learn by experience.
But the shady financial side o f the enterprise caused me grave
anxiety. There was too much make one hand wash the other
about it to please me; too much you scratch my back and I
will scratch yours. It was borne in on me that the whole affair
had an unsavoury smell, and that my own reputation for fair
dealing was likely to be tarnished by it. I received hints and plain
warnings. I felt as if I were in a room where improprieties were
going on behind a screen. In such circumstances one listens
uneasily without knowing what is really afoot.
The worst feature of the affair was the content of the periodical.
Gannas contributions were hastily penned short stories of
incredible triteness. One of them was a malicious caricature of
a woman widely known for philanthropic activities whom
Ganna, for some inscrutable reason, regarded as her deadly foe.
Then there were the wretched, not to say, infamous productions
o f certain scribblers male and female whom Ganna had taken
under her wing, and for whom she was now able to provide
a chance of getting their lucubrations printed and (it was to be
hoped) paid for. Finally, the advertisements, which were to
provide the financial foundation; the acknowledged advertise
ments and the disguised puffs usual in such publications.
T h e name of the responsible editor was Herzog my name
as well as Gannas. Stacks of the unsold returns leaned against
every wall of every room in her house, and when little Doris
had nothing better to do, she fluttered the pages as those of a
picture-book. Once, when the child was staying with me, I found
her reading the rag, and I snatched it out of her hands. M y head
N
386
JOSEPH
KERKH OVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
387
ALEXANDER
388
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
There are dark woods on either hand. The air is filled with the
merry laughter of Bettinas two daughters, who will soon have
to return to their father in Vienna, to attend high school there.
Then we stroll across the frozen lake, which drones menacingly
in the night, with a note that makes us think of the sighing of
some huge saurian of bygone days. Wooden sleighs, drawn by
oxen, glide swiftly over the smooth surface. The skis of the
accompanying peasants make a noise like the tearing of paper.
In the early days o f spring, it is as if nature angrily stripped
off a garment that had become too tight. Torrents flow down
the rocky channels worn during thousands of years; avalanches
fall with a thunderous roar; heather and hepatica thrust up
shyly from the moss and the grass; the season of irresistible
growth has begun; March has a different odour from February,
April from M arch; we make excursions through the forest,
visiting nearby valleys as if on a tour of inspection through our
realm. Often Bettina suddenly grasps me by the hand and, face
close to mine, looks at me fixedly and asks:
Are you content, Alexander? T ell me, are you happy?
I nod a thankful affirmation. What else can I do? Life would
otherwise be unbearable to us both, as worthless as a scrap of
rusty iron.
In the Charmed Circle. For years, divorce loomed as the
desirable issue; by degrees it became clearly visible as the neces
sary escape from an otherwise intolerable situation. There is a
demand that things should be set in order, a demand that comes
from the sphere of social life, independent of craving for
individual liberty. No hypocrisy about this matter was permissible,
no attitude of organised arrogance. There became active within
me a longing in which my sense of self-respect and my feeling
o f social duty were jointly incorporated; together with that con
viction of undischarged obligations to Bettina, obligations
which (in anxious hours of meditation) I described as the accu
mulated tithes of joy or as internal reparations.
That was the immediate requisite in the struggle with Ganna.
If the person who had burdened us with too heavy a load could
AND
BETTINA
389
be induced to remove it, to take off the halter, and restore freedom
of movement, the panting wretches would be able to breathe
easily once more. But Ganna could not be induced to agree to
a divorce. Her first objection was that divorce was impossible
unless, after as before, she could be sure of my friendship. O f
course, I said, there was no doubt about that. In reality the
difficulty was insuperable. How could I guarantee the persistence
of my friendship, as Ganna understood the term? By a sealed
bond! I must give a written pledge, committing myself for all
time. So foolish was I, that I argued the point. Instead of saying
Y es without demur, and penning the stipulated document
forthwith (which would, after all, have only led to the emergence
of a new and perhaps more preposterous claim), I honestly
tried to convince her that the wish for a documentary pledge of
lifelong friendship was absurd, that friendship must be wooed
and safeguarded, and that it could not be embodied in a formal
contract, like the lease o f a house. Ganna was impervious to
argument. All that penetrated her understanding was my refusal,
which was a proof of my ill-will. All I wanted was to make her
give way. People were continually playing upon the pliability of
her disposition more than others! L et me remind you of your
undertaking, of the letter you wrote me in October 1919. I
could not deny having written that foolish screed as, in my
anger, I called it. Thereupon her wrath boiled over.
Never, never, would you point a dagger at my breast, were
you not hypnotised by your mistress. She orders you about as
she pleases.
I could not repress a smile when Ganna spoke of Bettinas
orders. Ganna misinterpreted the smile, regarding it as an
acknowledgment o f guilt.
There can be no question but that you have promised to
divorce me, for Bettinas sake. O f course, I cant prove it, but I
know thats what she expects of you as a return. I shall show
M y Lady Merck that she has miscalculated. I m not so pliable
as she imagines, and shell find shes struck a snag.
Y et this time, too, it was by no means Gannas intention to
390
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
391
392
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
ALEXANDER
EXISTENCE
AND
393
N*
I
BETTINA
394
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
on receipt of this to let me know whether you got and read the
missive in question. This anxiety was the outcome o f the
delusion that her letters to me were intercepted by Bettina.
Nothing could drive the notion out o f her head. Chmelius, she
thought, had been the instigator of the crime. She could never
forgive me for having imposed the man as intermediary in money
matters; that was what had opened her eyes once for all. As for
divorce, there was no use in my thinking o f divorce any more;
it was not merely impracticable, but the very idea was inhuman.
Certainly she would not reopen negotiations unless I got rid of
Chmelius. If I continued to succumb to the evil influences of
m y environment, I might, she said, give up the game as lost.
Indeed, my hopes were utterly dashed. I felt that if Jesus in
person had come to plead my cause, he would have made no
headway with Ganna.
Nowhere could she find rest; in no house, no room, no
company; not over any book, not in any bed. She suffered from
gall-stones, heart-trouble, shortness o f breath; consulted special
ists and quacks; used ointments and drank herbal remedies;
rushed off to Carlsbad, to the Adriatic, to stay with her sister
Traude in Berlin; would be afoot one day for eighteen hours out
o f the twenty-four, and the next would declare herself danger
ously ill. But her illness was imaginary, a flight from her terrible
unrest. Amid the hopeless confusion of her affairs, the collapse
o f the film periodical passed almost unnoticed. She was greatly
in arrears with her payments to the printer, and the man sued
her. Probably, in the endeavour to pay him instalments, she
incurred other debts, although she assured Chmelius that this
was not so. It was a puzzle how she managed to spend so much
money, or, rather, where she got so much money to spend.
D id she fritter it away upon secret friends? Were there blood
suckers in her circle? Was she animated by a gloomy wish to
destroy, in which other obscure motives were intermingled?
Instincts of love and hate, jealousy and self-preservation, selfdestruction and wish-fulfilment? Herr Chmelius told me he had
informed her that during the last year she had received more
AND
BETTINA
39s
ALEXANDER
396
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
influence entered her head, she would be able to hale her rival
before the cadi. When Herr Chmelius was shown these three
choice examples of Gannas art of strangulation he exclaimed:
I have had many strange experiences in my practice as a
lawyer, but this is unexampled!
A t e . In the course of the suit which the printer of the film
periodical brought against Ganna, she had a quarrel with Herr
Schonlein. I never learned the cause of the breach, but only
that there were violent scenes in Schonleins office, and that at
length the lawyer refused to have anything more to do with her.
She complained bitterly to Herr Pauli, who tried in vain to smooth
matters over; and since Herr Grieshacker had also long since
found it impossible to work for her, on Paulis advice she went to
Herr Stanger-Goldenthal, a lion of the law-courts, and a specialist
in divorce cases. He, so she confided to me, was an adviser after
her own heart the first. Quick to recognize what Ganna wanted
of him, he scented a great coup. It is the nature of the law (in
the litigious sense) that it befools those who have recourse to it,
and that it keeps them on tenterhooks until they have forfeited
their property, their courage to face life, and their belief in human
justice. True, this applied to me more than to Ganna. She had
become immunised, having, in this fetid atmosphere, already
lost her dignity, her proper pride, and her energy.
You need only leave it to me, dear lady, said Herr StangerGoldenthal, after studying the documents, and I shall be able
to settle matters to your entire satisfaction.
His demeanour convinced Ganna that she had nothing to
fear. He was a kindred spirit, and a weight was lifted from her
mind. During the early days of her acquaintance with the man
she spoke of him with obsequious veneration.
Chmelius was horrified at her choice of a new adviser, for he
had already had dealings with Stanger-Goldenthal. He even
ventured to remonstrate, with the only result that Ganna smiled
craftily, like some one who has found the philosophers stone
when told its possession will do him harm, and naturally thinks
that his adviser wants to filch his treasure. Herr Chmelius did
AND
BETTINA
397
his utmost to dissuade her, even going to talk matters over with
Herr Pauli. He made a written record of the substance of the
conversation, which is preserved among the documents, and
which I will quote.
Chmelius: It cannot have escaped your shrewd observation
that Frau Gannas machinations are a torment to my client, that
they impair his capacity for work, and tend, as the saying goes,
to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.
Pauli: Nevertheless, no one but Alexander Herzog can induce
Ganna Herzog to agree to a divorce.
Chmelius: In twenty or thirty years, perhaps!
Pauli: His great mistake is that he declares the marriage to
have been unhappy. This assertion wounds his wife beyond
endurance.
Chmelius: But why should Herr Herzog want to have the
union dissolved, if it has been happy?
Pauli: Because of the evil influence at work on him. That is
obvious.
Chmelius: M y dear colleague, I ventured to hope that you
would not have allowed yourself to accept the view of that
ecstatic.
Pauli: Even if she be an ecstatic, is not an ecstatic the best
mate for an imaginative writer? Frau Ganna has shown me
many of Herr Herzogs letters. Real love-letters. I have also
seen M S. and printed dedications of his books, in which he
fervently describes her as his companion and collaborator. I
really dont know what you are driving at.
Chmelius: Does the past attitude of our clients come into the
present question ? Besides, you know as well as I do how the past
can be retouched.
Pauli: Still, there can be no doubt that the Herzogs marriage
would have been stable enough had not Frau Merck appeared
on the scene.
Chmelius: O f course. That is the way such things come to
pass. W e have to face the facts.
Pauli: Well, Frau Gannas sufferings and her fidelity to her
398
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
399
400
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
that for years I had been on the look-out for a permanent residence
o f my own at Ebenweiler, inspired by a Maecenas mood, offered
it to me for half of what he had paid for it.
Perpetual removes from the Wrabetz villa to an adjoining
farmhouse, and in autumn back again to the villa, had become
a nuisance, a recurring unsettlement. We might almost as well
have been vagrants. Y et where was I to lay my hands upon so
much as the very moderate sum the Dutchman asked? Besides,
a good deal would have to be spent upon making the place
habitable for the rigorous winter. No doubt there was a super
abundance of furniture, plate, house-linen, and other requisites,
which, taken by themselves, were worth half the purchase-price;
but although a moderate deposit was all the owner asked (the
balance, left on mortgage at a low rate of interest, being payable
in a number o f yearly instalments), I could see no possibility
of finding the immediately necessary capital. I had always lived
from hand to mouth, and had no savings. M y expenses had been
heavy, needing a large income to defray them. Hitherto, luck
had favoured me in the latter respect; but from month to month
I never knew whether I should be able to pay next months
bills. M y existence was a hazardous one, without solid foundation.
Manifestly in the individuals life there is often a recurrence
of similar happenings. While I was see-sawing between avidity
and the conviction that I had no choice but to refuse, a friend
who had recently become well-to-do offered to help me. When,
dubiously, I explained the situation and took him to see the
house, he was on fire for my seizing the opportunity, and gener
ously proposed to lend me the whole sum needed for the purchase
and the alterations. T he interest was so low and the period for
repayment by instalments so long-drawn-out, that I could only
accept with thanks. Thus once again, as had happened years
before, a friend's magnanimity provided me with a haven of
refuge.
Arrangements were made with a German architect, who
engaged masons, carpenters, tilers, plasterers, glasiers, stovefitters, and so on. Lorries filled with materials arrived. During
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
401
402
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
403
404
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
405
Your lawyer declares you have not given him the promised
instructions.
T h e man is a liar! exclaimed Ganna. I had a hard task
to persuade him, but in the end he agreed to put matters in train
within three days.
I believed her. Evidently Stanger was to blame for the delay,
so I asked Chmelius if he had any objection to my writing to his
colleague.
None whatever, answered Chmelius.
I therefore wrote to Stanger-Goldenthal in the most disin
genuous terms, a heart-to-heart letter, not as a litigant to the
solicitor for the other side. It was a little epic, the story of my
married life, and an account of the reasons that had made it
impossible for me to go on living with Ganna.
His answer was couched in sarcastic term s:
I will assume without demur that the charges you bring
against your wife are well-founded. This being granted, the
question arises whether, in your married life, you were lord
and master, as the institution o f matrimony and the social order
based thereon expect the husband to be. I leave it to your own
conscience to answer in the affirmative or the negative. Your
masterly memorial, a logical string of pearls, cannot be regarded
as a legal weapon but as a human document. For the first
time it became clear to me that these were irreconcilable
opposites. The blame for the dissensions that have arisen
between you and Frau Herzog lies, for the most part, un
questionably, upon your shoulders. I f my client really wants to
divorce you, I shall try to carry out her wishes. If, on the
other hand, she remains opposed to a divorce, I shall do my
utmost in the ensuing struggle to defend her position as your
lawful wife.
I was consternated. What did this twaddle signify? Ganna
had told me she agreed to a divorce. Was it conceivable that at
this supreme moment she was playing double, as of old? I read
to her that part o f Stangers letter in which he spoke o f her
intentions. She was obviously disconcerted, talked at random for
406
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
407
4o 8
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
409
4io
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
411
412
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
failure to get the divorce settled, he must look to his client, your
wife, for payment. When matters have reached this pass, he will
not be mealy-mouthed with her, you may be sure. H e will
half-strangle her; and if she wants to breathe freely, she will have
to put her affairs in the hands of the solicitor we shall approve.
Columbus and the egg! Things ran almost precisely the course
Hornschuch had predicted. I had repeatedly implored Ganna
to quit an adviser whose abilities were wholly directed towards
the continuance of the dispute instead of towards its settlement,
towards tangling the threads instead of disentangling them;
but she believed in Stanger-Goldenthal as if he had been one
o f the evangelists, or more strongly than she had ever believed in
all the evangelists put together. When an alliance is formed
between two persons whose delight it is to fish in troubled waters,
to mutter abracadabras and similar incantations, they become
(as the phrase runs) as thick as thieves, being united by closer
ties than are honest and straightforward people. But when Ganna
was suddenly presented with the bill for the entente cordiale,
and when the formidable total disclosed to her how costly had
been her litigious enthusiasm; when she learned that every talk
with her lawyer on the phone had been as expensive as a dinner
at a fashionable restaurant; that each of her stimulating confer
ences with Stanger had run away with more money than her
ordinary household expenses for a week she cried haro with
the loudest, and was ready to denounce her erstwhile ally as a
rogue and a cutpurse. She had only one consolation, that she could
assure herself and me she had severed connexion with this clever
man-of-law for my sake, and because I wished her to do so.
Then came a brief interregnum, a period when she was lawyerless
and suffered like a morphinist deprived of his custonary doses of
poison. She wrote to me savagely: You have gained your end,
which was to rob me of legal guidance and protection. When
I replied by telling her about Hornschuch, and urged upon her
the idea of our having him as joint adviser and as mediator in
our differences, the name sounded to her like rumblings from a
thunder-cloud. She had never heard of him, she knew nothing
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
413
about him, but she detested him with the consuming hatred of
the maniac who is impelled to crazy acts in order to avert an
unimaginable peril.
Sixteen to Twenty Gannas. In a conversation I had with
Hornschuch, he told me that one of the chief obstacles in the
way of a speedy settlement was my continued personal association
with Ganna. He advised me not to answer her letters and to
discontinue my meetings with her. I explained to him that I
must see her occasionally for the sake of my children, especially
Doris.
Since you have to go to Vienna every few weeks, said
Hornschuch, why dont you arrange for the young folk to come
and see you somewhere else than at your old home ?
No good. If I sent for them, Ganna would come too.
Hornschuch countered with a remark that pricked me:
Have you never thought how mortifying your continued
association with Frau Ganna must be to Frau Bettina?
Nothing o f the sort, I protested. Impossible. He was mistaken.
There was no sign of anything of that kind.
He smiled, mockingly!
In truth, he was not mistaken. Looking back to-day, my
blindness, my stupidity, seem barely credible. Had I been gifted
with the powers of observation which are generally supposed to
be part o f a novelists equipment, I should long ere this have
become aware that my frequent conversations with Ganna, my
repeated visits to her house, my meetings with her elsewhere
in Vienna or at half-way halts between Ebenweiler and the
capital, were very hard for Bettina to stomach.
It had become plain to her that the detestable struggle in which
she had, all unwillingly, become involved, destroyed more
happiness and more life than could ever be made good. She took
no stock in the spoils of a dubious victory. There was no attrac
tion for her in the prospect of being made an honest woman of ;
middle-class respectability and marriage certificates meant
nothing to her; and not for any such fancied goods would she
have been willing to bow the knee to Ganna or pay tribute to her
4i4
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
rival. The very thought of such a thing hurt her pride, impaired
her sense of womanly dignity. One day she said to me frankly:
I dont care a straw about this divorce you are working so
hard to secure.
I was dumbfounded.
Not for Helmuts sake? I asked.
Helmut? What on earth does it matter to Helmut?
Are you content that he should grow up illegitimate, without
the right to use my name ?
Y ou re back in the Middle Ages, retorted Bettina, fired by
the anti-kraal spirit. He can get along well enough without the
name of Herzog. Hornschuch tells me he will be legally entitled
to my maiden name, my fathers name, which is just as good as
Herzog.
Y es, I said in consternation. Yes. O f course it is just as
good.
But the trouble was that, for Bettina, Ganna seemed to be
living with us; Gannas parrot-like voice echoed through the
rooms; the aroma of Gannas close-fistedness made its way
through doors and windows; and there was no master in the house
to exclude her unwelcome presence. M aybe I sensed Bettinas
disappointment in some out-of-the-way corner of my brain,
but I shut my eyes against what I did not wish to see. Though
it sounds as if I must have been feeble-minded, I had not even
yet abandoned the hope of bringing Ganna to her senses. I did
not always let Bettina know when I went to see Ganna. A t this
time Ganna was staying in a nearby summer resort. I made all
kinds of pretexts, some of them absolute falsehoods, and visited
her secretly, as if I had been a lover going to his mistress. There
was something perverse about my behaviour. But my conver
sations with Ganna left traces upon my countenance. When
Bettina saw a dark shadow under my eyes, she knew what had
happened. She, who had hitherto slept as peacefully as a healthy
child for eight or ten hours at a stretch would now lie sleepless
till dawn. No way of preventing my suicidal and treacherous
conduct occurred to her. She never said a word about it to
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
415
416
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
417
from the dreaded grasp. Her main endeavour had been that the
new instrument of divorce (which for weeks, like the draft of
a diplomatic document, had been travelling to and fro between
her, Heckenast, and the two lawyers, for additions and erasures,
for criticism and comment) should impose on me financial
burdens and other obligations so onerous that I should refuse
to sign. Still, one never can tell. Bettina might make me commit
myself to the impossible. Ganna no longer felt at ease. She
might herself be caught in the trap she had so carefully baited.
Furthermore, she was over head and ears in debt. StangerGoldenthal was demanding his pound of flesh like a Shylock,
threatening to distrain upon the house, of which she was partowner. She wrote to Hornschuch imploring him to arrange with
me that a substantial sum should be paid to Stanger upon account.
In that case, gratitude would induce her to hurry on with the
divorce. But Hornschuch was adamant, replying, Divorce first,
then cash.
In this extremity, Ganna decided to disappear from the scene,
to take refuge in foreign parts. Her reasoning was primitive.
If two people are to be divorced, they must both be on the spot.
If I am out of reach, no one can make me sign anything. She
packed her trunks with all possible speed, got together what
money she could, and set out with Elisabeth and Doris for the
French Riviera. T w o days before leaving, she wrote to tell me
of her plan, and tried to enlist my sympathy by the news that
her intractable asthma was driving her south; but I was not
deceived, and guessed her real motive for the journey. As for
keeping her in Vienna once she had made up her mind to go,
that could only have been done by putting her behind bars.
Still, I forbade her to take Doris. This autumn, for my little
daughter of eleven, after many unsuccessful attempts and
numerous removals from pillar to post, a satisfactory school had
been found, for which mercy no one had been more thankful
than the child herself. Now her work was to be interrupted in
the middle of term and she was to be swept away into a strange
land. M y angry prohibition was answered by a refractory tele-
4 i8
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
419
420
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
421
422
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
4*3
424
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENEC
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
425
but these so-called securities served in the end to tear her life
to tatters, and therewith to devastate mine as well.
Money. T o begin with, the money-scourge was a stimulus
to effort, and did not inflict obvious wounds. M y working powers
were intensified T h e experiences of recent years had been so
painful that they had brought about a sort of mental renovation
and had transformed m y outlook upon the world. One need
but know intimately the sufferings of a fellow-mortal, and he
becomes the source and the focus of our knowledge of all man
kind. Still more, if the suffering mortal be oneself. W hat con
sumes us inwardly, becomes the material for artistic creation,
if we are strong enough to persist. Almost every illness sub
limates the organism. I no longer followed the arbitrary call
of an imagination that roamed afar; but surrendered to the lure
of the present, which was more powerful than it had been when
I lived in the hurly-burly. Moreover, fate had granted me this
boon, that while at work I could forget my troubles; although
they came back with a rush, so that I was overwhelmed with
dread of life, with anxious premonitions, when imaginative
creation was laid aside, and I was once more an ordinary being
among ordinary beings.
T h e semblance of repose which Bettina and I enjoyed during
the first period of our legal marriage made us blind to the
crushing extent of the obligations with which it had been bought.
T o fulfil these obligations, to defray the necessary expenses of
our household, and to pay the instalments owing to my
friends to say nothing of taxes , meant that I had to provide
a very large sum every year; and though during the first two
years fortune favoured me, and in a frenzy of creation
I earned more , than ever before, I was soon in grave straits,
and had to borrow a considerable amount at usurious
interest.
Since at first, however, income seemed to keep pace with
expenditure, my mood was that of a gambler who, trusting to
luck, goes on increasing his stake; or that o f a person who is
so deeply in debt, whose future is so hopelessly embarrassed,
426
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
that he throws foresight to the winds, shuts his eyes to the fact
that he is squandering money, and defies the inward monitor
that enjoins thrift. I began to live on a large scale, entertained,
expanded my library, bought a motor car, and travelled widely
with Bettina. T h e serious upshot was that Ganna (who kept
herself informed as to my doings) was strengthened in the belief
that I was amply supplied with funds, that she had been grossly
deceived, that the instrument of divorce had cheated her out
o f her rightful share of this phantom wealth.
To describe my attitude towards money at this period, I may
use the paradoxical formula, selfish indifference. Like all who
have emerged from poverty into relative comfort, I valued the
pleasures and advantages money can bring; yet I did not love
money, but despised it. Or rather, I despised money when I
had any, and at such times could not picture the state of being
without it. I was neither avaricious nor carefree. Though it would
not be fair to describe me as having luxurious tastes, a certain
dull sensuality made it extremely hard for me to renounce
habitual pleasures.
Bettina was of a different temperament. She neither loved
money nor despised it. W ith a sound grasp of realities, she knew
that money is important as a means for the satisfaction of needs.
In many respects, also, as a means for the provision o f super
fluities, of things o f beauty, of those simple things which are
often much harder to obtain and far more costly than the ornate.
During the years before I had accommodated myself to the new
circumstances, and when she (partly in order to make things
easier for me, and partly because rendered enthusiastic by my
passionate creative impetus she carefully avoided questioning
me or trying to restrain me) had become inspired by a feeling
of secret defiance, she too lent herself to the illusion of an
inexhaustible spring of wealth. She bought new dresses, deco
rated our home, spent money upon the garden, and was happy
at being able to surround herself with lovely things, which she
did with perfect taste. She liked having people to stay with us,
old friends for the most part, for she was exceedingly loyal.
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
427
438
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
429
There was one topic she could never dismiss, for it irked
her like a festering wound. Again and again she returned contentiously to the reminder that I had promised, had vowed, to
remain her friend, if only she would divorce me. Now she was
waiting for the promised friendship, the fulfilment of my pledge
to give her moral support. M y failure in this respect was a bitter
disappointment to her. T h e time I spared for her was always
too little. I talked to her of many things, she said, but never
of friendship. When I made a move to depart, she asked me, in
a pet, why I couldnt spend the whole day with her. If I did
spend a day with her, she wanted an assurance when I left that
I would keep the morrow free for her. Sometimes when I came
to see her I drove in the car, which I left standing at the front
door. She made remarks about this car, with a smile which was
intended to show that she was nowise envious, but its wryness
disclosed her true sentiments. She regretted having agreed to
the divorce, with a regret which gnawed at her by day and by
night. Sometimes came an outburst of wrath, in which she would
declare that she had let herself be outwitted by Hornschuch
and Bettina. She was nearly beside herself with spleen that
Bettina could drive far and wide with me in that wretched
automobile, while she herself, forsaken and betrayed, the scorn
of her supplanter, was prisoned within four walls.
I asked her how I was to show the promised friendship in
any other way than by carefully rebuilding amicable relations,
as I was honestly trying to do; by our both learning gradually
to forget the unhappy past. Unhappy past? T h e expression
infuriated her.
How can you bring yourself to say anything so brutal,
Alexander?
Then she went on to remark that it was rather absurd she
should have to tell me how to show my friendship for her.
Simple enough. W e could go to the theatre together, or to
concerts, thus making plain to the world that when civilised
persons like ourselves were divorced, this did not necessarily
imply a complete breach in friendly relations. W e could make
430
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
431
432
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
such as they were. T h e disposal she had made of the film rights
was, she said, definitive, irrevocable. She had signed a contract
w ith the journalist, and he would sue her if she tried to back
out.
But how can you enter into a contract concerning something
which does not belong to you? I asked.
M y solicitor, Herr M attem , takes a different view.
This was the first I had heard of the new solicitor, and the
tidings that she had a legal adviser against me left me no resource
but to consult my own Hornschuch. During the last stages
o f the unpleasant wrangle which ensued, I was travelling with
Bettina in foreign parts. Press-cuttings were sent me containing
sensational accounts o f the lawsuit, obviously inspired with
venom against myself. Simultaneously came sheafs of prolix
telegrams from Ganna, protesting that she had nothing to do
with the authorship of the comments, which obviously proceeded
from some one who wished to make mischief between us.
But how does she know where we are? asked Bettina.
I had to admit that I had told her our itinerary. Bettina kept
her thoughts to herself.
In the end, Hornschuch managed to get the affair settled out
o f court. I had to pay Gannas journalistic friend a considerable
sum to indemnify him for work he had never been properly
authorised to undertake. Ganna, in the end, renounced the
compensation she had demanded, saying she valued m y friend
ship more than the money, but making it plain that in her then
pecuniary circumstances she was consenting to a great sacrifice.
A t this juncture she was cherishing schemes for independent
authorship, and submitted some of her writings to me, in the
hope that I could help her to get them published. It was, she
said, absolutely essential for her to earn money. I could not
see the necessity, for the allowance I was making her in accordance
with the terms o f the instrument of divorce was more than enough
to meet all reasonable requirements. Still, wishing to be com
plaisant, I did my best in defiance of my literary conscience,
for her effusions seemed to me neither amusing nor interesting.
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
433
I did not tell her m y unfavourable opinion, for this would only
have led to endless discussion, and might have induced her to
abandon an occupation which was comparatively harmless.
Alas, it was not long before she conceived a new scheme, and
a far more dangerous one. In the hope of making money out
of the house, she decided to build another storey and to let
the ground-floor. Not a bad idea, but it involved capital outlay,
which in her circumstances meant trenching on her reserves (if
she had any), and contracting a mortgage. I felt it incumbent
on me to warn her of the danger of running into debt. She would
not heed my warning. It was her unhappy way, as soon as she
had made up her mind to obtain possession of a thing, to pawn
it in advance, so that when she did at length get her little hands
on it she grasped only semblance and never reality. She was
like a man who runs till he drops in the attempt to overtake
his own shadow. When the futility of the endeavour dawned
on her, she lashed out at the shadow, demanding from it, in
her blind wrath, compensation for her trouble, her disappointed
hopes, and her outlay of time and money. But the shadow was
only my substitute, so the living Alexander had to pay the piper;
resistance was useless, Alexander always had to pay.
Still, the plans for reconstructing the house did not, as I had
expected, put an end to her literary schemes. From time to time
she had uttered mysterious hints concerning a book on which
she was at work, and of which she had great expectations. As
far as I could gather, it was to be a statement of accounts, a
description of her life and sufferings, an avowal of her inviolable
love for and fidelity to her husband. She declared several times
that, when drafting this work, she had thought chiefly of me,
her supreme object being to convince me how greatly I was
mistaken. When I had read the book ( seriously and attentively,
she added with emphasis), there could be no doubt that, over
whelmed by the force of the description, I should unhesitatingly
return to her. All this was conveyed in her own peculiar idiom
at once menacingly, cajolingly, and plaintively.
In an early section of these memoirs, I wrote about Playing
ALEXANDER
434
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTINA
435
436
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
roses to rid them of aphides. She growled now and again, when
one of the trees was severely infested. T he solution she was
using was in a big galvanised iron tub, beside which Helmut
was playing, dabbling in the water, and splashing with great
enjoyment. Suddenly there came a cry; he had leaned over too
far, and had fallen into the tub. I heard the sounds of distress,
and rushed out in alarm to see what was the matter. Bettina
had already fished out the struggling youngster. Tranquilly, she
laid him in the sun to dry. Seeing that I was greatly alarmed,
she said calmly, though with a loving look at the little son we
both idolised:
/ Dont worry, Alexander. This is not the first time hes had
a ducking, and it wont be the last.
Then she resumed her attack upon the plant-lice.
G u e r illa W a rfa r e . I wrote to Ganna that for the time
being I could have no direct relations with her. As regards
business and household matters she must apply to Hornschuch.
Only five lines. But why for the time being ? D id not the
phrase imply that already I was wilting? For the time being!
Ganna, who had a fine flair for my weakness, drew her own
inferences, and was encouraged to laugh at my brave words.
For the time being! Unriddle it, reader, if you can; the task
lies beyond my capacity. I cannot deny that I am an enemy
of the absolute Never again. This hostility was perhaps a
law of my character, inseparable from the nature of one who
invariably sees the two faces of the world, the affirmative and
the negative. Mysterious determinisms are at work here; the
mental and the mentally caused are as closely akin to the
treacherous as thought is to inaction.
Ganna would not acknowledge that there was a breach. Her
letters were honeyed. Since I did not answer them, she compiled
a prolific defence of The Bleeding Psyche and sent it me through
the instrumentality of Herr Mattern, accompanied by the opinions
of noted critics. As I still made no sign, she commissioned other
intermediaries to defend her cause. I told them that when one
has eaten garbage, time is needed to recover from the consequent
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
437
438
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
439
44
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
the reason, I failed to notice that Bettina was losing courage, hope,
and, worst o f all, confidence. I failed to notice that, in much
distress, she drew away from m e; that she felt lonely, disappointed,
betrayed. Failed to notice that she no longer took delight in the
house, that the beautiful countryside made no appeal to her,
that the flowers were withered and lovely things had grown ugly
to her. Failed to notice that she was always chilly, and that her
fingernails were usually blue with cold. She devoted most o f her
remaining energy to little Helmuts education, being careful,
above all, to avoid any emotional outbursts in his presence; but
I was blind to the fact that in this respect I was for her an awful
example.
Had Ganna succeeded, at this late hour, in making a breach
between myself and my darling Bettina? Bettina was not prone
to tears. She did not accept Kierkegaards dictum, that it is
a disgrace for a Christian to remain dry-eyed. What troubles
she had were in the depths, while she kept a smile on her face.
She was like the goose-girl in the fairy-tale, who told the kings
son that he might put her in the heated over before she would
complain. I doubt, indeed, if Bettina would have uttered a com
plaint if thrust into a heated oven. It was thus that she made
it easy for me not to notice that anything was amiss with her.
I recall that once I was almost awakened to the position, when
she wrote to me (though not quite openly), that strange thoughts
o f independence often surged up in her mind; and that when
she thought o f the freedom she had enj'oyed in girlhood, she was
inclined to sever all ties and go forth into the wide world,
absolutely and exclusively self-reliant. I was startled by the
avowal, but my skin was so thick that I missed its significance.
I did not really know her. She could never have brought herself
to say to m e: L et us drop the whole thing, Alexander; let
us separate. Although, unlike most women, she was far from
regarding herself as indispensable, she knew that I should never
have got over her leaving me, should never have even under
stood her flight. Rarely has any human being exhibited so much
magnanimity of thought and feeling as she towards me. She
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
441
442
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
443
444
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
445
446
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
447
448
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
449
450
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
451
452
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
453
454
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
455
456
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
457
458
JOSEPH
K E R K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
459
46o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
461
feel that strangling fingers were closing round her throat. Wishing
to know the worst, she rang up Hornschuch.
Y es, he said, Frau Ganna is playing a bold game. A t
Ebendorf, she has been talking at large about the way in
which Alexander is living bigamously with you, and about
the license for your marriage to him having been obtained on
false pretences.
This license had been secured at short notice through the
German consulate in Vienna, in a perfectly legal way; but Ganna,
whose imagination worked like that of a writer of detective
novels, was convinced (and had put it about) that Bettina
and I had used false papers an offence punishable by
imprisonment.
Bettina, who was in any case off colour that morning, was
alarmed by the consequences she foresaw of this turn in the
campaign: calumnious whispers, and the flaming-up of longsuppressed hatred. She told Hornschuch about her disquietude.
He tried to calm her. In justification, she read him some of the
more savoury passages in Gannas letter.
Splendid! he exclaimed. W eve got her now! Those are
libellous expressions. Those are actionable. I ll serve a writ on
her.
Poor Bettina was in a mood to break the telephone.
N o, she shouted into the receiver. Y o u ll be good enough
to do nothing of the kind. D ont forget that the woman of whom
we are talking bears the name of H erzog!
Pause. Then Hornschuchs voice, much deflated:
A ll right, Frau Bettina. As you please.
W hen I entered the Blue Room, it was to find Bettina lying
on the sofa, beneath a heap of rugs, pale and shivering. On
foggy days she was always the shadow of her bright self, and
the troubles that now beset us would have made the day a
foggy one had there been never a cloud in the sky. I looked
at her in silence, not knowing how to comfort her. Suddenly
she said :
I have made up my mind to have a talk with Ganna.
462
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
463
464
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
465
466
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
467
468
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
469
470
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTIN A
471
herself, so to say, between one moment and the next. That was
a peculiar grace of hers, to me an incomprehensible wonder.
T o one whose life is spent almost exclusively in contemplation,
mutable and active persons are the embodiments of incompre
hensibility. A t this juncture, she dropped everything else her
musical studies, her violin, her books, her correspondence with
friends, her interest in things of beauty, all that had made life
endurable to her in our mountain wilderness (as she some
times termed it in melancholy hours) for the pursuit of this
one end. Even Caspar Hauserchen was ignored, together with
other joys and distractions.
She went radically to work, studying the documents, the
agreements, the relevant laws and ordinances. She had lengthy
interviews with Hornschuch, sometimes spending the whole day
with him. She answered the complaints and the lawyers letters,
attended the lawcourts, went to see the inland revenue authori
ties, watched income and expenditure, and reformed our whole
economy (whose unthriftiness had at length become plain to
her) with the keenness of an auditor. By day and by night she
was on the alert to save me from intrusions. She parried Gannas
thrusts with such shrewdness that one might have thought she
had been many years a lawyer. Her lucid understanding, her
intuitive knowledge o f everyday life, invariably disclosed to her
the one practicable route. She dreaded no danger, she shunned
no exertion; she was stingy neither with time nor with sleep
nor with health; the moral courage which exuded from her very
finger-tips, often gave her a sort of boyish delight in the scuffle.
She took train to Vienna, to negotiate with persons of influence;
to Berlin, to engage a lawyer, and to tell my publisher the true
story of what had been going on. Yet, however speedy and
impromptu her determinations, she never failed to inform me
of them and to secure my approval, to take the edge off the
accusation sure to be levelled against her by Gannas partisans
who were much perturbed by the new development that she
was managing my affairs on her own initiative and behind my
back. She took everything into consideration, spied all the weak
472
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
ALEXANDER
EXISTENCE
AND
BETTINA
473
474
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ALEXANDER
AND
BETTINA
475
BOOK
THREE
JOSEPH
THE
AND
WORLD
MARIE,
OF
OR
FAITH
88
T h e Imst-Mallery appeal came before the courts sooner than
any one had imagined possible. A group of sympathisers was
formed, and negotiations began. Ever since the verdict six
years before, a Berne lawyer had made the case his special
business, and had determined to get the sentence quashed.
T h e revelations made by the medium played no part in the
affair so far as the legal experts were concerned. The facts
that had come to light in the discovery of the box and Selmas
liaison with a youth of twenty were sufficient grounds on which
to demand a re-examination of the case. T h e assize was held on
June 5th; two days later, the prisoners were given their freedom.
K arl Imst and Jeanne Mallery were re-invested with their
rights o f citizenship; each was given a lump sum as compensation,
and in order that they might start to build up their lives again.
When Nurse Else was told the news, she fainted for joy.
Marie, who had devoted all her time and energy to the matter
in recent weeks, attending committee meetings and dealing with
masses o f correspondence, felt inexpressibly relieved. She sug
gested that the two should be housed for a time in Seeblick.
Probably theyll not know where to go, she said to Joseph.
T h eyve lost everything, house, friends, their ties with the world.
Maybe they are so out of touch with their fellows that they will
be unable to mix in society for a while.
Kerkhoven agreed to the proposal. He wrote to the governor
o f the prison in Langenau, and at the same time sent a line to
Karl Imst. Nurse Else enclosed a note to her cousin in the latter
communication. Tw o days later came the answer. Imst gratefully
accepted the kind invitation for himself and his fellow-sufferer.
On June 8th Kerkhoven, accompanied by the nurse, went over
to Langenau to fetch the twain. Th ey were housed in the rooms
recently occupied by Mordann and his daughter.
48o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
89
Karl was rather boorish in appearance, square-built and clumsy.
The long years of imprisonment had imparted an ashen pale tint
to his face, and had made him shy and diffident. His gait was
tottering, through lack of muscular exercise. Jeanne had once
been a good-looking girl, one of those Swiss-Latin beauties, whose
aristocracy of race is shown more in deportment and gesture than
in actual features. All charm had now vanished, and she looked
nothing better than a worn-out woman of the petty-bourgeois
class. She was so excessively sensitive that noises such as
hammering, wood-chopping, whistling, let loose a flood of
tears.
Kerkhoven, on making a medical examination, found in the
man a general inadequacy of organic functioning. His sight,
his breathing, the digestion, his sense of equilibrium, all had
suffered; he lacked nervous energy, and his heart and kidneys
had become gravely affected. In the mental and spiritual spheres,
impulse and incentive were absent. Imst expressed a desire to
see his eight-year-old son, who had been taken in by relatives
living in one of the midland cantons. Kerkhoven immediately
sent for the boy, but when the youngster came, Imst took no
notice of the little fellow ; nay more, he seemed to have a positive
dislike for the child.
T he poor mans unrecognisable, said Nurse Else. And
to think that he used to be so full of life, a mixture of young
scamp, sportsman, mountaineer, and ski-runner. H es no more
than the ruin of his former self.
One of the strangest features of the situation was that Karl
and Jeanne, after the first few days of reunion, seemed to shun
one another. Or, rather, Imst avoided Jeanne, and none could
fathom the reason. Else, who was peculiarly touched by the
condition of the two, racked her brains for a reason. She assured
Kerkhoven that Jeanne was fretting herself to death over this
neglect.
What do you think can possibly be the cause? she asked
despairingly.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
481
91
Kerkhoven usually paid Imst his daily visit at an early hour in
the afternoon. He nearly always found the man seated before
a chess-board, absorbed in solving a problem. These chessproblems were gleaned from the Sunday papers old ones as
a rule of which a big bundle was pushed under the bed. A short
Q
482
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
brier pipe protruded from one side of his mouth, but he rarely
smoked, merely using the stem to chew on. Kerkhoven behaved
to his patients much as a good host at an inn will behave towards
his guests: he tried to disturb them as little as possible, and
yet to keep them amused and happy. When he asked Imst a
question, the latter never made a direct reply but invariably
enquired, Beg pardon? or You were saying? It produced
the impression that he wanted to gain time before committing
himself, this being a ruse much in vogue among persons of a
suspicious or timid disposition.
Karl seldom went out for a walk. His curiosity as to the
outside world was dead. It had become known locally that he
was staying at Seeblick, and although no one ever thought of
annoying him, he imagined that Peeping Tom s and sensationmongers besieged the door by day and by night. T h is idea,
and the consequent seclusion, were a weaklings attempt to
revive self-confidence in the form of a defensive reaction.
Kerkhoven invited him to play a game of chess. Imst excused
himself, and seemed amazingly perturbed.
W hy dont you want to play chess with me ? asked Kerkhoven.
I do not play well enough.
But I am the merest amateur myself, rejoined Kerkhoven,
laughing.
Imst was, however, not to be persuaded. In the end, the doctor
thought he had discovered the cause of refusal; the man was
afraid of losing; Imst could not bear the idea of losing, for he
would not only lose the game but likewise the tiny spark of
self-respect that still remained to him.
92
A t last a day came when Kerkhoven felt he might, without
incurring too grave a risk, ask a few questions.
You cant realise that youve been set free, can you ?
Free? Free? God, no indeed.
T h e voice that spoke the words sounded weary and full of
resignation.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
483
484
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
485
93
Jeanne Mallery suffered from extremes of gaiety and the profoundest melancholy, there being no transitionary period between
the two states. When Marie or the nurse took her for a stroll in
the park, she behaved as if intoxicated and her tongue clappered
like a waterfall, the words tumbling out disconnectedly, and
frequently containing no sense at all. Left for five minutes alone,
however, she became a totally different creature; lifeless, with
hunched shoulders, staring blankly, and trembling at the slightest
noise.
Although such symptoms often occur among prisoners
subjected to rigid solitary confinement, Jeanne Mallery had
shown none of them during the period of her imprisonment.
Kerkhoven made enquiries at the prison, and the doctor stated
that no kind o f hallucination, either visual or aural, had mani
fested itself in M allerys case; but, during the whole of the six
years imprisonment, she had been in a condition of complete
mental hebetude.
It seemed as if her liberation from prison had led to something
which might be compared to the breaking-up and falling-off
o f a crust, to a process technically known as a retrogressive
irritability of the sense organs. But Kerkhoven was not fond of
dealing with his patients in categories. He preferred to treat
each individual case separately, and excluded from his studies
all facile generalisations. In the case in question, he beheld a
woman whose liberation had thrust her back into the past.
She had expiated nothing, forgotten nothing; the struggle she
had begun with Selma for the possession of the beloved Karl
pursued its course, just as if the years in the prison had not
486
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
been, just as if she had merely dreamed that the wife was dead.
So far as Jeanne was concerned, Selma was still the implacable
creditor, who demanded atonement and a settlement of accounts.
Selmas plaint overwhelmed in Jeanne both the past and the
present. Although life held nothing for her but Karl now that
the possibility of being reunited to him had come, instead of
being able to give herself up to the happiness she had pined for,
this happiness was a w ill-o-the-wisp. She was strangled by
the old sense of guilt, the old fears, the old persecution. Herein
we have proof of the superhuman power which can still be
exercised by persons with demoniacal strength of will, not only
when alive, but long after they have left this earthly theatre to
join the shades.
94
Kerkhoven was not surprised when he learned from Marie that
she had come to a conclusion in regard to Jeanne M allerys
trouble.
I feel sure, she said, that the poor thing imagines she
actually murdered Selma Imst. She finds it impossible to believe
that she has been released from gaol and is living under the same
roof with K arl.
This was, indeed, the logical consequence in a chain of gloomy
and illogical thoughts. Marie spent an evening occasionally in
Jeannes room, hoping to provide distraction and to lure her
from her obsession. T h e woman was at her worst just before
going to sleep. Marie told Joseph that no sooner did Jeanne get
into bed than she started to tremble violently, while muttering
unintelligibly, with vacant eyes. Then she would be shaken
by a violent fit of sobbing. Marie was so disturbed by these
nocturnal scenes, that Kerkhoven advised her to give up her
evening visits.
But I cannot leave her alone in her plight, protested Marie.
Isnt there some means . . . cannot you do something . . .
O h, Joseph, what are you waiting for?
A climax, the culminating moment of her misery, when we
may hope an abreaction will occur.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
487
488
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
95
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
489
where her head lolled, Jeanne dear, Selma is dead, seven years
dead; you need not be frightened of her any longer. Jeanne . . .
listen, my love, Jeanne . .
She did not wake, but sighed and raised her arms till they
were clasped round his neck. Yet she did not wake. With a
wild cry he hugged her to his breast. She did not wake. He
trembled in every limb, sweat broke out all over his body, and
he suddenly freed himself to dash back, crazed, despairing,
impotent, into his room. Jeanne did not wake.
96
490
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
The outing took place as promised, and Marie set off with the
three children. While they walked along, Robert spied something
moving in the grass. It was a young titmouse, which had probably
come to grief on its probationary flight. Konrad, being more
sprightly than his junior, pounced upon the bird, made a nest
for it in his handkerchief, stroked it tenderly and ceaselessly,
and pummelled Robert mercilessly when the latter tried to claim
the tit as his property since he had seen it first. The difference
o f Konrads behaviour towards the animal and towards the
boy was so pronounced that Marie felt he must have a screw
loose somewhere. A few miles farther on they reached a small
lake, and sat down to rest on the shore. Konrad, with the utmost
care, laid his treasure in a tiny bed of moss and went off to find
worms and other small fry for the tit. Johann, who had been
noticeably depressed ever since they started, suddenly roused
himself into activity. Scarcely had Konrad disappeared, than
Johann sprang with flashing eyes towards the mossy nest, and,
with the utmost fury, crushed the birds head beneath his heel . . .
That evening, Marie told Joseph of these various happenings.
T h e conversation took place in the doctors large and rambling
study. Marie sat on a hard wooden bench near the fire-place,
her head uptilted and her gaze lost among the smoke-blackened
rafters; Kerkhoven lay back in one of the huge leather armchairs.
You can imagine my feelings. M y heart almost stopped
beating. In the first rush of disgust, I could have thrown the
child into the water. Such spitefulness! T h e brutality of the
thing. . . . What on earth is the use of education and careful
nurture? W hats the good of giving a decent example, of being
kind, of trying to cultivate sympathy and understanding? All
of a sudden, I had a bloodthirsty little animal before my eyes.
Kerkhoven answered:
Thats not fair, for a child has not yet become a human
being not in our grown-up sense,' anyway. When I was a child
I lied and cheated and stole. All decent people prophesied
that I should end my days in gaol.
So far as I m concerned, lying and cheating are nothing
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
491
492
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
97
W ill you come up to my study for another half-hour? he asked,
when they were once more in the passage. She nodded assent.
He slipped an arm through hers. Sure youre not too tired?
You are not tired, and yet you have done far more than I.
You never seem tired, eh? D ont know what it is to be tired, I
fancy.
The only thing that tires me is routine.
As soon as they entered the attic room, Joseph pressed her into
an arm-chair, pushed a stool under her feet, and took his place
beside her.
Tell me, M arie, he began tentatively, you have taught
the children to pray . . . to say the Our Father . . . I know you
say it with them every evening. . . . Do you believe in prayer,
while you are actually saying it? She looked surprised, and
he went on more earnestly: When you say the words Our Father
which art in heaven do you actually and truthfully believe there
is a father in heaven? Think it over. T o believe in a vague way
isnt quite the thing, seems to me.
I hardly know how to answer, retorted Marie, covered
with confusion. Its a . . .
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
493
494
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
495
99
496
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
497
498
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
ioo
Towards the end of June, two events occurred that were of
particular moment to him. They robbed him for the time being
of his mental poise, and, in the end, led to a discovery which
would have paralysed any other man, and would have caused
him to close down all his activities in order to save himself
from the menacing danger. W ith Kerkhoven, however, the
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
499
500
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
501
H es dead.
Kerkhoven started. Then he leaned back in his chair. Aleid
propped her elbows on the table, and clasped her neck in her
hands.
Ever heard of Melchior Hildenbrand ? she asked softly.
An officer in the navy, a hero, yes, Uncle Joseph, a hero. War
cripple. Perhaps there was not his equal in the whole of
Europe.
Yes, I ve heard of him . . .
W ell, they shot him two days ago. Murdered him. At night,
as he was coming home. A communist . . . and in the back,
too . . . right through the head . . .
What about you?
M e? Oh, yes, me . . . nothing much to say . . . its his
kid . .
Kerkhoven looked at her, speechless. Her unnatural calm
made him anxious for her. There was a queer, bluish hue about
her face. In her emerald-green eyes was a strained and burning
expression. A wry smile played about her lips, but it was the
smile of a martyr trying not to give way.
Splendid, eh Uncle Joseph ? D ont you think so, too ? Splendid
people . . . a splendid time . . .
I recall now having read about it in the papers, said Kerk
hoven, dully. W ont you tell me more . . .
Cant, she interrupted, in a shrill voice. D ont even know
how I got here . . . just wanted to get away . . . right away . . .
Some friends saw me off at the station. They got my ticket. . . .
Otherwise I might have . . . God knows what would have
happened. . . . He was condemned to death ages ago. Knew all
about it. Everybody laid themselves out to make life a hell for
me. Grandma even threatened to disinherit me. But I told her
I would. . . . Disinherit! Grand! I had no idea they were such
cowards, all of them. Listen, I believe I m going crazy, quite
mad. Have you such a thing as a drop of brandy?
She tossed her hair back out of her eyes and laughed. Then
she continued inconsequentially:
502
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
You must hear all about him. I could go on for days talking
about Melchior. Got a picture somewhere. W ait.
Aleid sprang up and fetched the attache case. She hunted for
the key, but could not find it. Then she pressed back the spring
lock, and the lid flew open with a jerk. She had forgotten to lock
the case.
This was lent me at the last moment. Heaven knows by whom
. . . and I havent a notion whats in it.
As she spoke, she rummaged feverishly among the contents
until her hand lighted on a book. But by now she had forgotten
what she sought, and merely handed the volume to Kerkhoven.
Just been reading that, she said with hectic haste. M arvellous!
Melchior gave it me a day or two before . . . The man who wrote
that, knows everything about . . . I d give anything to have a
talk with him . .
Kerkhoven glanced inquisitively at the title-page. Tina and
her Shadow -Alexander Herzogs latest work! T h e story was
about two women, a mother and daughter, who wrecked one
anothers lives because one really experienced what the other
would have liked to experience but only experienced in the world
o f dreams. Kerkhoven knew the book well, and could understand
the profound impression it must have made on the young girl
before him. He remembered that in the next room was a lengthy
message from the author to whom this poor, wounded child
referred as to a saviour. Queer, how chance links things
together, he reflected; and the threads he himself held seemed
to glow and bum in his hands.
Meanwhile Aleid had sat down on a low stool. Her face was
like a mask, and from her great emerald-green eyes so like
those o f some exotic lizard the tears streamed down unheeded.
She did not notice Kerkhovens compassionate gaze, but licked
up a couple o f tears that had trickled to the corners o f her
mouth and asked in a toneless voice whether she could stay
the night.
O f course, my dear. I ll look up a blanket or two. You can
have a comfortable shake-down on the sofa. But of one thing
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
503
5o4
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
101
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
505
506
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
50 7
508
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Aleid made good progress. Next day, after a lengthy visit to the
hospital, Kerkhoven returned to Seeblick. He asked Marie to
come upstairs to his study, and he told her all that had happened,
concealing nothing, mitigating nothing. He knew that Marie was
better able to bear the shock of a terrible truth if she became
acquainted with it at once. Beating about the bush would merely
rouse her to an intolerable pitch of mental excitement. She
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
509
510
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
I 5
A day later, he received an alarming letter from Bettina Herzog.
She had obviously written in great haste and perturbation of
mind. Alexander, herself, and their little son had left Ebenweiler
precipitately, and had taken rooms in an insignificant hostelry
in the Pratigau. W hy they had selected this place, it was im
possible to say. Kerkhoven got the impression that something
unforeseen must have happened to make them cut short their
journey in this way. He rang up the inn, and as soon as Bettina
answered the call, he enquired why they had not come straight
to Seeblick. Bettina explained in a harassed voice:
That was our intention. But Alexander suddenly declared
he could not see people, that he hated the Lake of Constance,
that the idea of staying in Zurich filled him with horror. So we
got down from the train, and weve been in this hole-and-corner
place for two days. I dont know what to do. It seems to me
a fit of hysteria.
There must be a reason, began Kerkhoven.
Our house has been put up for sale, and he cant get over
the fact.
Kerkhoven reflected for a minute, then he said:
Listen, Frau Bettina. D ont worry. Just stay where you are
for a few days longer. He must not be thwarted in any way,
nor persuaded to do anything he does not himself propose. Fall
in with all his wayward fancies, even the most unreasonable
things. H ell want to go somewhere else, to-morrow or the day
after. Go with him wherever the whim takes him. Keep me
informed of where you are. Courage!
During this talk, Marie had been standing behind her husband,
and it needed but a few words to supplement her knowledge.
Since he knew how interested she was in Alexander Herzog and,
after reading Bettinas letters, in the latter too, Kerkhoven said :
T h eyll soon be under this roof, youll see if they arent. You
had better learn beforehand all there is to learn about Herzogs
private life. I want you to get a definite picture in your
mind. He would certainly approve. I think I may venture. . . .
512
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
513
Si4
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
5*5
5i 6
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
517
5i8
JO S E P H
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
of? W hats it all about, anyway? Poor old Lazarus has written
his memoirs. . . . H es probably got dozens of patients who pour
out their woes to him. . .
What is it you expect him to do ? asked Bettina. What,
indeed, could he have done?
Alexander made no reply. Maybe he had hoped that
Kerkhoven would write to him personally, and not use Bettina
as go-between. Later he came to understand that a letter of the
sort would have cost Kerkhoven days of labour if it were to
produce a desirable effect. Besides, it did not fit in with the
doctors plans.
107
Alexander decided to go to Milan where his son Ferry was living.
He felt in need of a heart-to-heart talk with the young man.
That is to say, he wanted Ferry to come to a decision, to decide
whether in future his allegiance was going to be given: to the
father who had been instrumental in setting him up in life, who
had always been a good friend, and who had invariably tried
to make up to the man for the wretchedness of a childhood and
adolescence spent between parents who were perpetually at strife;
or to the mother who, with an extravagant display of feeling
which never answered any purpose whatsoever, had encom
passed her sons life with an atmosphere of unrest and dis
ruption. A fateful alternative! Such an interview could never
lead to a satisfactory issue. Bettina knew that beforehand, but
her warnings did not prevail. Alexander was set on his project,
and there was no gainsaying him. Bettina categorically refused
to allow her husband to travel alone as he had intended.
T h ey put up at the Cavour Hotel. Ferry had promised to pay
his call at ten the same morning. A t nine-thirty Bettina left the
hotel to visit the Brera Palace. Returning about noon, she ran
into Ferry in the hall. She greeted him cordially, having always
felt extremely friendly towards him, although she knew very
well that he had never forgiven her for marrying his father.
T h e pretext for his dislike was, that he had come to believe,
or had allowed himself to be persuaded to believe, that Bettina
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
519
was too much the lady and too little the wife. Bettina knew this
as well, and smiled pensively, for her position in relation to
Alexanders elder children had from the outset been a difficult
one. It had needed all her tact and all her self-discipline to
meet this particular emergency. Ferrys personal appearance
pleased her greatly for he was tall and handsome, though of
a rather melancholy disposition. Chary of words by nature, he
often created the impression of being surly. He had not come
unscathed through life, for he had been a very precocious lad,
and, like the majority of those who reach maturity at too early
an age, he lacked self-confidence.
Bettina now asked him why he was going so soon.
W ont you stay and have lunch with us?
Hardly vouchsafing a word in reply, he hurried past her
and disappeared. She gazed after his retreating figure, feeling
greatly distressed. Then she hastened along complicated corridors
till she reached her room. Alexander, deadly white, stood before
her.
Oh, my darling, whats the matter? she cried, guiding him
to a chair into which he sank limply.
He burst into an uncontrollable fit of weeping. Bettina knelt
down and put her arms about him. She asked no questions,
but was gentle and loving, stroked his hands, murmured in
coherent but comforting words. A t last he pulled himself together.
T h e mere sound of her voice was a consolation to him. He clung
to her like a child. Not for a moment was she in doubt as to
what had occurred. Matters had taken the course she had fore
seen. In his innocence, Alexander had been completely non
plussed by finding himself face to face with Gannas son; yes,
in spite of everything, Ferry was Gannas boy and Alexander
had so greatly hoped and believed he would be met by his son,
his very own boy.
Bettina now made a huge mistake. She spoke to her husband
with the utmost frankness, forgetting that a son dare not deny
his mother, not even when she has wronged him, not even when
his love has been given to his father. No, a son must not,
520
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
even for his fathers sake, disavow the woman who gave him
birth. In this matter there is no right or justice so far as he is
concerned. Bettina forgot this elementary truth because she was
tired, because her powers of consideration were exhausted,
because in her utter weariness of spirit she could no longer hold
the scales even. . . .
H es my own flesh and blood, protested Alexander angrily.
You cant cut such a bond with a knife.
Flesh and blood are one thing, and the tribe with its loyalties
another, cried Bettina passionately. You are sacrificing your
self to a hideous idol. You are obsessed by a mania for blood
ties, father ties, responsibility ties; and dead duties blind you
to the fact that you have living duties to perform.
Living duties ?
How can you ask? Duties towards myself, for instance. Duties
towards your youngest son. He, too, is your own flesh and blood.
Ah, but hell always be your very own boy; hell never leave
you in the lurch.
Alexander gazed blankly before him. After a lengthy silence,
he said in a toneless vo ice:
Little Helmut? A y . . . maybe . . . though I have lost faith
in every one. I dont even believe in you any longer, Bettina.
Like a poisoned shaft, fear entered the womans heart.
108
For some days thereafter, Alexander Herzog was more than
usually taciturn. It may be that he was ashamed of himself.
Bettina, to relieve the situation and with every conceivable pre
caution, began to dig down to the kernel of the trouble, shovelling
up layer upon layer of inhibitions beneath which the cause of
his mistrust lay buried. Hesitant and abashed, he reminded her
o f her enthusiastic reports and tales about Kerkhoven, of the
innumerable letters the two exchanged, of the frequent telephone
calls between herself and Seeblick, and how in spite of all her
arts of dissimulation she could not hide from him the fact that
the doctor was constantly in her thoughts.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
521
You have put your whole trust in him, Herzog said, with
a movement of despair; and thats why you are so keen on
bringing me under his care. W hy deny it? You respect him,
you admire him, you trust him. I am no more to you now
than a dismal habit . . . and thats what I am besides being a
care. . . .
Bettina had listened, curious and silent, her sad eyes twinkling
with roguish amusement.
A ll thats sheer nonsense, she said at length, sinful and
malicious nonsense, you silly old darling Alexander. One cant
take you seriously. Or do you consider that we ought seriously
to discuss such idiocies? Look here, my dear love, w eve got
something better and more urgent to do than to waste our time
over folderols.
Well, you might at least acknowledge that you are perpetually
thinking of the fellow.
And why not? Is there any law to prevent me thinking about
any one I please? cried Bettina, cheerfully. Am I to be barred
from everything which does not happen to please M y Lord
Alexander Herzogs fancy ? Seems to me you are still under the
spell of the kraal! N o; I utterly refuse to be cloistered away
from the world. I refuse to put on sackcloth and ashes year in
year out for the sake of conjugal fidelity. There you have it
plain and flat!
W hats the link between you and him? asked Alexander
simply. Is it friendship?
Bettina shrugged, and then said:
Do you really need to put the dots on the i s? Very well,
then, lets call it friendship.
Is there such a thing as friendship?
Bettina looked at him, and said never a word.
Hour by hour, his depression grew upon him. From time to
time he spoke of Ferry, in disconnected sentences, despairingly.
One day he told Bettina the following reminiscence:
When Ferry was two years old I went into the nursery, and
found the lad sitting on the floor in a ray of sunlight. He had
R*
522
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
523
524
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
525
can deal with that easily enough, for one cant consume veronal
by the pound.
Marie thought it enough to reply:
Your nature took better care of you than your understanding.
Nature! retorted Aleid mockingly. M y nature does nothing
for me. When I want to get anything out of it, a tussle is needed.
Just as when I want to get anything out of you.
A leid!
Its perfectly true. You always assume a moral standpoint.
Rotten!
You allowed your heart to be brayed in a mortar before you
came back to us, said Marie.
Aleid laughed bitterly. There was a violet flash from one of
the coal-black clouds into the stormy lake. W ith a deep sigh,
she leaned yet farther out of the window and nodded, as if she
felt at one with the quickly following roar of thunder.
What I should like best would be to be struck by lightning,
she said moodily; but such a piece of luck is not likely to come
my way. Is there any alternative? One could jump from the
top of a tower, or out of an airplane. Splendid! W hiz down
through the air, knowing that within five or ten seconds all
would be over. Glorious!
Crazy talk, interposed Marie dejectedly.
Even so, what difference does that make to the working of
cause and effect?
Is the only use of life, to throw it away?
Nothing else, M other; nothing else.
D ont you feel that there is anything in the world towards
which you have responsibilities ?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
But the child in your womb?
I was expecting that! Did I summon it? Do I need it? Does
any one want it? Is there any lack of ill-starred and superfluous
beings ? T h e very coming of this child should show you that the
nature you idealise has no more wits than a cow.
You can say that to the mother who gave you birth?
526
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
527
She ran to the French window leading into the garden and,
once outside, threw back her head and let the rain pour down
over her face. Marie moved as if to follow her, but desisted,
and stood plunged in thought.
h i
528
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN'S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
529
530
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
53 *
S32
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
533
Jeanne did not know what to make of K arls attitude, but she
was utterly crushed by it.
What was going on in K arls mind? Something so absurd as
to be scarcely credible. His sense of middle-class respectability
had been outraged. Ossified notions of family pride and class
honour had sprung to life, so that he was unable to see the
overwhelming probability that Kerkhovens inferences were
sound. How could the wife of Imst, the pharmaceutical chemist,
have been so base as to plan getting her husband sent to prison
by a diabolically ingenious suicide which would assume the
aspect of murder? T h e thing was inconceivable, and therefore
it could not have happened. Indications of one sort or another,
these alleged proofs or those, counted for nothing with him;
they were wicked inventions to bring discredit upon the fair
name of Imst, and brand it with disgrace for ever. He had been
told about Thirriot, the clairvoyant. She, he considered, was a
fraud; and the whole story had been botched up in such a way
as to enable the medium to twist the past awry and give what
colour she pleased to Selmas death. Strangely enough, the
phantom of middle-class respectability had now become enor
mously more important to Karl than his own belated acquittal
from the charge of murder. He had relapsed into ancestorworship, devotion to the tribal totem. Distorting his own memo
ries, he transformed the terrible Selma into a loving and dutiful
wife and mother, while Jeanne Mallery became for him a traitress
too late recognised as such, and a servile tool of Kerkhoven.
Boiling over with rage, he announced his determination to
bring Kerkhoven to account. He would sue the doctor for
defamation of the dead womans character. Jeanne threw herself
on her knees before Karl, imploring moderation. As Karl was
renewing his threats, Kerkhoven entered the room. He had long
foreseen what was coming; and in the privacy of his own mind
he had described Karl as the demolished petty bourgeois.
When Karl now volleyed insults, and Kerkhoven tried to calm
him, the patient snapped his fingers in the doctors face. Kerk
hoven grasped him by the shoulders, forced him into a chair,
S34
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
and looked him steadfastly in the eyes. Karl crumpled up, and
murmured a few words about his head being bad. Next day
he disappeared, having secretly packed his trunk and flitted in
the grey of the morning.
This flight was a more serious matter than might have appeared
at the first glance. It transpired that Karl had gone to lodge in
a neighbouring village. Hobnobbing with peasants and fisherfolk,
he poured into their credulous ears evil tales about the goings-on
at Seeblick. One of these stories, that Jeanne Mallery was being
detained there by force, had a special vogue. Kerkhoven under
estimated the importance of the gossip set a-going by this
malevolent fool. There are always plenty of people willing to
listen to scandal. Enemies who had remained under cover, now
ventured into the open. Karl Im sts calumnies were the
beginning of a storm of intrigue which soon seriously threatened
the peace of Seeblick.
IX4
Kerkhoven sedulously avoided trying to hustle Alexander Herzog.
T h e doctor adopted an expectant attitude, leaving the patient
to his own devices, and refraining from obvious scrutiny. He
did not transcend the limits of friendly social intercourse. In
the early days, he avoided being alone with Alexander, preferring,
when he had an unoccupied hour, to pass the time with Bettina.
Since, in his general behaviour, he showed the utmost respect
for Alexander Herzog both as man and as author, the latter was
led to believe that Kerkhoven did not venture to cross the barrier
that the doctor had established between himself and his patient.
But the patient did not want this barrier. He would have liked
to break it down, but was too timid and irresolute. Bettina might
have helped him, but failed to do so, and this put him out of
humour with her. Kerkhovens diplomatic reserve gradually
aroused an intolerable tension in Herzog, so that he fancied the
reserve must hide a trap. Indeed, he was inclined to see spooks
everywhere. Matters reached such a pass that his heart beat
furiously when he encountered Kerkhoven in the house or
the grounds, and the doctor passed him with no more words
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
535
S36
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
5
One day Kerkhoven appeared at the bungalow and invited
Alexander to come for a walk. T h ey went through the forest
and stopped to rest on an eminence. Herzog could not walk
far; for some months, now, walking had brought on severe pain
in the right foot. He had not spoken o f this to the doctor before,
but told him now. As they sat on the bench, Kerkhoven asked
him to remove shoe and sock from the affected foot, and kneeled
to examine it. Then he felt his patients pulse, tested the tension
in the artery, and said:
You ought to stop smoking. A t any rate you smoke far too
much.
Alexander made no answer. He was a creature of habit and
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
537
538
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
539
540
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
541
542
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
543
Il8
544
J O S E PH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
545
546
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Z19
It seems to me that at first you took Ganna to be how shall
I say? my fate, said Alexander. You looked upon her as
G ods scourge in my life. . . . Or am I mistaken?
O f course not. When I made your acquaintance, I was greatly
influenced by your situation, by your mood; I saw everything
through a magnifying glass; and then came that shattering
portrait o f her. I had to work things over in my mind.
Now everything has changed, as if in a transformation scene,
because . .
Alexander turned towards Marie and Bettina,
and said, explaining himself to them: The fact is that Joseph
Kerkhoven has discovered within himself the power of second
sight. He has encountered Gannas disembodied spirit. Looking
back at Kerkhoven, he went on: I am not giving you away?
Kerkhoven did not take amiss the undertone of irony in
Alexanders words. Bettina heard her husband, at whom she
was looking attentively, utter a surprised A h ! Marie looked
uneasy. She was obviously afraid that there might be a link
between this alleged second sight and certain signs of bodily
decay which of late she had noticed in Joseph.
Tell me what has happened, she begged.
He recounted the strange interlude in the train with his
customary dryness.
How did you recognise her as Ganna? asked Bettina.
Are you surprised, when you have read our friends portrait
of his former w ife? replied Kerkhoven with a grin.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
547
548
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
549
55
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
551
552
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
120
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
553
554
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
Readiness to believe.
Alexander Herzog was dumbfounded, and sat looking at the
floor so much embarrassed that Kerkhoven could not suppress
a smile.
Certainly that leads us far afield, he said, standing up;
far, very far.
Excuse me, Joseph Kerkhoven, stammered Alexander,
also standing up, but I have been taken aback.
You must not betray my secret, said Kerkhoven, whimsically.
T o which Alexander answered, meditatively:
Only because she was praying? Only for that reason?
Strange.
Prayer is but a word, my dear fellow, and it may mean
almost anything. I have my own special thoughts upon the
matter. Yes, thoughts quite peculiar to myself. But I think I
shall say good-night now, for I have had a long and tiring d ay;
dont feel in the humour for any more conversation. I m taken
like that sometimes. . .
He waved Alexander before him out of the room, shook hands,
and went briskly upstairs. Alexander watched him out of sight.
121
One of Alexander Herzogs crotchets was that he would never
go to bed unless Bettina was also ready to go. This, although
they slept in separate rooms! There was no consistency in his
feelings. T he demand for a regular and joint ending of their
day was an eccentrics craze with him, and was a perpetual
annoyance to Bettina. M uch as she loved him, she refused
to be treated as a living appendage of a man who, with absurd
pedantry, wanted to treat retiring to rest, getting up, going for
a walk, and meals, as joint functions. Not that he had any bad
intentions in the matter; but he was a mixture of the paterfamilias
gone wrong and o f the gentle tyrant.
Now, therefore, after he had said good night to Kerkhoven
and gone across to the bungalow, he sat in his study waiting
for Bettina. No doubt she was still in the Refectory with Marie.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
555
He did not switch on the light, but sat in the dark, sunk in
reverie concerning what Kerkhoven had told him, for his hosts
words had made a profound impression on him. But, as time
passed and Bettina did not come, he grew impatient. Going to
the window, he leaned out. T h e night was dark, and rather
misty, so that he could scarcely discern the outlines of the nearest
trees. Then came the sound of footsteps on the path leading from
the main building. There she is at last, he thought. But his
ears informed him that two persons were coming. T h e lightsome
walk of Bettina was unmistakable. T h e other steps were the
heavier tread of a man. It must, of course, be Kerkhoven; and,
indeed, he soon heard Josephs voice. Bettina answered. They
were conversing in low tones so that the words were inaudible,
but their voices had an intimate ring. About ten yards short of
the porch, the speakers diverged into the path leading to the
lake-shore, and soon their footsteps became inaudible. After
a while the two returned, still in confidential talk; went back
again to the lake, returned once more towards the house; neither
quickly nor slowly, but like persons who, forgetful of the passage
of time, are engaged in intimate discussion.
D ry leaves rustled beneath their feet. Sometimes an exclamation
or a soft laugh from Bettina reached the attentive ears of the
listener; Kerkhovens sonorous voice, approaching and receding,
forming the contra-bass to Bettinas treble. Alexander became
more heavy-hearted as minute succeeded minute. W hy did he
tell me he was tired, and not in a mood for further conversation ?
Such was Herzogs splenetic thought. He seems fresh enough
to tramp the garden at midnight. As for Bettina, shes profiting
by her opportunities, and doesnt care a fig that I am waiting
for her. W hy on earth should they want to be together at this
late hour ? She is desperately smitten with him. I ve known
that for a long time. Any mans vanity is tickled when a woman
makes up to him. He must be at least ten years younger than
I am, and he fascinates her. He has had such varied and interesting
experiences; has so extensive a knowledge o f human nature,
and, glib-tongued as he is, can dish it all up at a moments notice.
556
JOSEPH
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
She hangs on his every word. Shell get carried away one o f these
days, being never inclined to look before she leaps.
When Bettina came in, switched on the light, and saw him
wan of visage, in a state of collapse seated on the divan, she
was greatly alarmed. But she knew what his distraught expression
and his moody silence betokened; was familiar with such aspects
of dumb reproach, mute questioning, childish despair. She knew
them, but they made her extremely anxious. She did not merely
divine his thoughts, for it was as if she were able to put herself
in his place. Without questioning him as to what was amiss, she
sat down beside him on the couch, took him by the hand, and
tried to explain what Kerkhoven meant to her and what attracted
her to the doctor. She told him no more than he had been saying
to himself; and yet, stubborn and suspicious, he would not
recognise it now that it came to him from her mouth. Or, rather,
his jealousy made him refuse to admit it to her, although to himself
he admitted it frankly enough. W ith a shudder he became
aware that Kerkhovens sincerity was so overwhelming that
he, Alexander, had nothing to fear; that Kerkhovens nature was
so crystal-clear as to render the customary suspicions of a sensual
betrayal unwarrantable. Nevertheless, the woman Alexander
loved must have no other god than himself, even when it had
grown impossible for her to believe any longer in his divinity.
Alas, dethroned gods are more jealous than those who still
reign, and will never renounce their claims to worship. Bettina
understood all this, and had compassion on him because he was
trembling in fear o f losing his possession. That was the fear
she wished to relieve him of. Possessive mania; she knew how
distressing it could be, although she had shaken herself free from
it with the needless burden of home and estate and things of
beauty and other luxuries.
You gave me a picture of the world, she said. Joseph
Kerkhoven has made me understand the world. I need both
the picture and the understanding. Sensation, colour, melody
these surface impressions do not suffice me. I must know the
structure as well. That this knowledge has been vouchsafed to
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
557
558
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
559
560
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
123
Th is sense of guilt had nothing to do with consciousness, or with
the faculty o f judgment. Talking to Bettina, Kerkhoven described
it as an elemental obscuration, a rust which had eaten into the
spirit. Bettina agreed. H er term for the condition was a frozen
bad-conscience. Ganna was the origin of it, the exciting cause;
so long as Ganna existed, the sense of guilt would continue.
If he had been able to throw millions into her lap and to provide
her with all the happiness the world contains, he would still
have felt guilty. Kerkhoven had a simile for it. Ganna and
Alexander were like two superposed disks which could never
get into a concentric position and yet could never be separated,
and wherever the Ganna disk covered the Alexander disk,
there resulted the aforesaid obscuration and rusting o f the spirit.
He gave this interpretation to Alexander, explaining that this
was why Alexander could get no rest. T h e doctor asked him about
his childhood, about his father and his mother. His mothers
early death, the straitened circumstances o f the family, the
fathers desperate struggle for life, matters going from bad to
worse, the fathers remarriage to a cold-hearted, avaricious,
calculating, ignorant woman of the petty-bourgeois class all
these circumstances had had much influence on Alexanders
development. Kerkhoven had a patient and affectionate way
o f drawing Alexander out, but carefully avoided producing the
impression that an inquisition into his patients private life
was being made. Simply a friendly conversation; and though
Marie and Bettina were not always present, it was taken as a
matter o f course that they should be there whenever they found
it convenient. Thus Bettina learned a good deal which she had
never before heard about Alexanders life, and was profoundly
moved.
For a time the stepmothers figure occupied the foreground.
How long ago, thought Bettina. Fifty years; more than a
generation. In those days my father was a young conductor
having still his laurels to win in the musical world. I was not
born till a good while after that. These reflections made
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
561
562
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
563
S64
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
565
566
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
cut off from reality, or what you will. But invisible? I dont
think it is that, unless I am a fool or a humbug.
No, no, Alexander, cried Marie, raising her hands im
ploringly. Surely you must admit that what you dream and
what you imaginatively create, are not the same as what you do
as a human being. No, and again, no. Your dream is not your
life. There is so much negative in your composition. W hy is
that?
Because I have almost no certainties. I do not even feel
certain that I exist.
Have you never lived with an idea of G od ?
With the idea, y es; but with the picture, no.
You say you do not know whether you exist. I cant see
what you are driving at.
W hy not?
D ont you remember in the Matthew Passion the heart
rending outcry, It is I; I must atone ? Everything in you is
continually crying out, whether dumbly or vocally, It is I;
I must atone.
Alexander made no answer.
125
The struggle raged more fiercely, as when four persons are
assailing a closed door by which none of them is permitted to
enter. None o f them has the key, but each hopes that one of the
others has it. They study the lock and the bolts, unavailingly,
for there seems no hope of their being able to open the door.
Where can the key have got to ? Then it transpires that not one
of them knows where the key is or how to get possession of it.
Perhaps there is no key at all, and the only thing needed is to
utter a spell or to press a secret spring. Th ey look, they listen,
they deliberate, they shout in an endeavour to catch a sign from
some one on the other side. Nothing happens. Unless they get
the key, they cannot enter.
Metaphorically stated, that was the position. They could
not but ask themselves what motive was actuating these persons,
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
567
and what was their aim. They did not form a conventicle; they
were not animated by any kind of sectarian longing or overenthusiastic ideas, and still less by a hair-splitting or abstract
search after God. Both the men and both the women had reached
the climax of their lives. Th ey were satiated with experience,
were equipped with all the knowledge of their tim e; each one of
them had appropriate daily work, professional and domestic
duties; each stood firmly upon solid earth, an active being
among active beings. What accounted for their spiritual unrest?
Their experience and their knowledge had become unsatisfying.
That was what ailed them. Th ey could no longer conceal from
themselves that their daily activities were now a joyless task.
Their recurrent affairs and incessantly repeated doings were the
working of a mere mechanism of life. Under such conditions,
one can get no further with what one has at ones disposal. One
lacks stores upon which one can draw. The cupboards and chests
which were believed to be full, prove, on examination, to be
empty. In all matters of the inward being, one finds oneself
restricted to lees, to poor, spoiled vestiges. Essential nutriment
is running short. For a time one keeps going with the pretence
that there is plenty to eat; but by degrees the pangs of hunger
grow unbearable. T h e consequences of hunger are weakness,
despair, and an insatiable craving for food.
This is not an isolated phenomenon, restricted to the four
persons who happened to be assembled at Seeblick. There is
epidemic hunger famine. There is a European famine, a plane
tary famine. The four at Seeblick were only in a peculiar position,
in so far as their nervous and mental apparatus was of a kind to
make it a peculiarly sensitive registering instrument. The
general condition of the world throbbed in all their pulses.
Kerkhoven had coined the expression traumatic tetanus
(spiritual tetanus). For twenty years, people had been living in
a sort of tetanic sleep beneath glowing leads. Now, the whole
body of mankind was twitching, was dripping with a febrile
sweat; with chattering teeth, mankind lay in the cold of outer
space, delirious with hunger, and with no prospect but death.
568
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
569
570
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
571
572
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
573
Bettina set the words to music. The melody was simple and lent
itself to being sung in canon. Before long the Woodrangers
Bettinas name for M aries young charges had learned
it by heart and the song soon became one o f their favourites.
But although such joining in was not unpleasurable, and as the
days passed her attachment to Marie became deeper and more
loving, Bettina was never really happy unless she could be alone
or talking with Kerkhoven or of an evening in the Refectory.
The hours spent in that rambling room under the rafters became
more and more significant for her; what she learned then and
experienced was woven inextricably into the network of her life ;
at times her throat would be dry and her head spin with the joy
and the torment of it all, torment that was half delight and half
regret at having to sit so dumbly or so taken aback because things
which she had struggled with for a lifetime in secret, it is true,
and always kept buried out of sight now came forward into the
light with such amazing truth and clarity.
O f the quartet, Bettina was the most passionate member,
and likewise the one who yearned the most after the divine.
She made great demands on life, and claimed the highest of love
and friendship; while expecting irrefragable clearness of thought,
she was far from being satisfied with her own achievements in
this matter; she insatiably sought for explanation, solution,
decision, development, expansion, information, for lucid symbols
and crystalline tones such as music bestows; she fought against
bodily weakness especially those weaknesses to which the body
of woman is condemned, invariably leaving her in the lurch
at the moment of her utmost need; she despaired of the world
which gave her no hope of finding a place in it for such as she,
a world as different from the world of her youth as is a ragged
and smudgy canvas from a beautiful and brightly coloured picture;
she lived with a man who worshipped her and yet knew her not
and gave her so little elbow-room that she had to be happy if
she was allowed to creep away into an inconspicuous corner. All
this had created so mighty a hunger that her soul was parched
and enfeebled, nauseated by the spurious food it had so long
574
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
575
S76
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
577
578
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
the dread of the uncertainties of our lot and the fear of death;
nor even upon the wish for security, power, peace, harmony
with nature but lie much deeper, arising in remote phases of
development, before there can be any talk of consciousness,
in protoplasm itself, where the primal forces that will culminate
in the spiritual being and growth of mankind are beginning
to develop. What does this imply? Tw o things. Not only that
protoplasm, unicellular organisms multiplying by fission, are
im mortal; but also that protoplasm, as a whole, aims at eternity.
Eternity, everlastingness, absolute time, including in itself all
conceivable temporal strata and structures. From this it follows
incontrovertibly that the claim to the persistence of life does
not proceed primarily from the individual organism, but is a
claim put forward by the ego which demands continuance as
against the infinity that inheres in it. This unknown impulse
within us, the individual impetus and its most highly-developed
form the biological consciousness, guide unerringly our vital
tasks and destinies without our being aware of the fact, or not
so aware that the nature of their energies is comprehensible
to us. On the contrary, the immediate cravings and demands
o f the ego usually dazzle us to such an extent as to make us
incapable of perceiving our true future interests. Nevertheless,
this impulse is continually at work in us like a dream in a sleeper,
to crop out in decisive instants, whenever our higher spiritual
goods are imperilled, whenever a feeling is in conflict with its
origin, with its ancestry, with its vital determination. Feeling!
What is feeling? A ll feeling rests upon the concept o f life. It
is inherent in every specimen of organised protoplasm, having
multiplied as a penny invested at compound interest will become
an enormous capital in the course o f thousands of years. Out
o f feeling germinates personality; and personality is nothing
other than the connected series of snapshots of the vital balance.
It is feeling which, in the central nervous system, gives rise to
an unending succession of lightning-flashes of awareness of
past, present, and future. It is feeling which, in the cosmos,
plays the determinative role of the religious instinct.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
579
58o
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
581
5 82
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
583
584
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
585
586
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
He nodded.
Yes, yes, those imaginary rats, he sighed; the whole world
is swarming with them. Poor humanity; it sees imaginary rats
everywhere.
131
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
587
into the little hall and opened the door leading to Bettinas
room. Her breathing was quiet and regular. Her window was
wide open, and the place was bathed in moonlight. Alexander
stole up to the bed. She slept like a child, peaceful and content.
Her right arm was tucked beneath her head. He gazed down
at her tenderly and dispassionately. Then he turned about,
went back to his room, pulled on his shoes, and crept noiselessly
from the house. T h e moon was veiled behind a thin wreath
of mist. An owl hooted softly in the distance.
He stood before the closed door of the main building. In
following an impulse, he had not stayed to reflect that the house
would be shut up for the night. He might have rung and awakened
the man who was on duty. But he hesitated to do this. Too much
noise . . . Besides, what reason could he furnish for this midnight
intrusion? How could he tell whether Kerkhoven was keeping
vigil? Still, he felt convinced that the doctors summons had
come to him. . . . A ll the windows were dark, save for two on
the ground floor. These were in Aleids room. One was a big
French window opening into the garden. He scaled the rail of
a little balcony and tapped on a pane. After a moment, the
heavy curtain was drawn slightly back and the girls astonished
eyes peered through the glass. So soon as she recognised Herzog,
she opened a crack, and, with eyebrows still raised in surprise,
asked him what he wanted.
Please dont be vexed with me, he said. I want to see your
father and am loth to waken the household. Could you not
let me in through your room?
Anything happened ?
He shook his head, while she stared at him in growing per
plexity. Then she opened to him. She wore a red and white
check pyjama suit, her wiry copper-coloured hair was tousled,
so that Alexander could not help recalling Cezannes picture of
a pierrot. She screwed up her eyes, and said mockingly:
A consultation during sleeping hours? I cant promise that
youll find him. Even Joseph Kerkhoven sometimes takes a
nap.
588
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
589
courteously drew Alexander towards the fireplace in which beechlogs were still glowing.
Sit down and make yourself at home, he said, just as if it
had been five oclock in the afternoon. A splendid idea to come
over and look me up 1
132
Alexander lighted a cigarette. A long time ensued before he
broke the silence, for it was hard to find words. A t length he
began to speak of the unrest which had driven him from his
bed.
I know that, like nearly every one you come in contact with,
I am too ready to steal your time, but necessity knows no law.
What you told me about yourself this afternoon has cut very
deep, making me feel almost as if I were responsible for the
death you expect so soon though my mind revolts against
accepting the idea, regarding it as unnatural, unreasonable,
disorderly. Perhaps when you caught sight of me just now you
thought I had come to cry peccavi. Not so, although I am well
aware of my sins. D ont interrupt me, as I see you are inclined
to do, with one of your old lectures upon fancied pricks of
conscience and an obsession with the voluptuous longing to atone.
Take all that as said, and accepted by me. But this time there
is something more at stake; the whole being of Alexander Herzog.
He stopped to light another cigarette, while Kerkhoven fed
the fire. Then Alexander went on:
I must confess something to you. When you told me about
your death-sentence, I was very much startled, but externally;
the feeling hardly penetrated the skin; inside, I remained cold.
No, that is not the right phrase. What you told me, disturbed
me as an attack upon how shall I say it? my stability. It has
always been so with me. When, years ago, almost the only
close friend I ever had was dying, every time I went to see him
I had to fight down my reluctance; and at the tidings of the death
o f the man I sincerely loved, there loomed behind the pain an
incomprehensible hatred, as if it had been deliberate malice on
his part to die, and also as if fate had exceeded reasonable bounds
590
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
591
got a grip of myself, and have been the sport of every wind.
In truth I have only vegetated as an aggregate of instincts.
A magic lantern throwing pictures on a screen. Between the
pictures were intervals of pleasurably tinged darkness. Pleasurably
tinged when I was in luck; at other times, the intervals were
restless and joyless. Yes, I am a creature of the night. I lighted
my darkness with words, as if with a hundred thousand Japanese
lanterns. That was my stimulus and my gratification, to produce
satisfactory effects by the arrangement of the lanterns. No, I
am not judging myself too harshly. I know that what I produced
was not merely decorative, but was also a genuine source of
light to others. Still, my own mind remained darkened, so
that I forgot life, and failed to believe in death. That is the
enigmatic feature of my situation. And there is another strange
thing, the creatures of my fancy went out into the world, wrestled
with evil, and conquered; whereas I remained an isolated being,
unable to overcome evil. They rose, but I stayed below. I failed
to draw the logical inferences. W hy did I fail? From indolence?
From dread? I dont know. Thus when I thought I had faith,
it was a mere fancy. When the heart is worn out, the head takes
over its functions. Now, to aspire towards the eternal with the
intellect merely, is like dancing on a tight-rope. One who does
so will resemble the rope-dancer who falls headlong as soon as
he begins to think of the five talers he will earn by the performance.
Throughout life, angels and devils have been fighting for my soul,
but the devils have invariably had the best of it. Tim e after time
they inveigled me, being perhaps able to monopolise my
imagination to the exclusion of the angels because they were
more obvious. Thus, in me, white faith was transformed into
black faith. Now you know what Ganna has signified in
m y life. She was simply and solely demoniacal reality. She was
that, but is no longer. Your work, Joseph! You have succeeded
in making her smaller and smaller until she has disappeared.
But her disappearance has left a vacuum. I feel empty, as if
the guts had been taken out o f me.
He covered his eyes with his hands and continued:
592
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
133
T h ey sat face to face, both leaning forward, so close that each
could feel the others breath. For a few seconds, Kerkhovens
heart almost stopped beating, and he felt dizzy. Herzogs face
looked like a landscape ravaged by an earthquake. T h e doctors
first impulse was one in which anger was mingled with com
passion ; in which pity was tinged by a feeling that the man was
pressing him too hard. Shaking off this defensive reaction, he
asked tonelessly:
You need God, then?
Yes, I need H im .
And you want me to tell you whether God exists?
You are the only man on earth who can tell me.
What do you mean?
Because you can live contemplating the certainty of death.
D ont you? That is the common lot.
The rest of us live under the illusion of infinite time. Tim e
and death are mutually exclusive. But you have evaded that
law, building death into time.
A somewhat contorted notion. W ith the aid of philosophy
mainly. . . . Y et, supposing you are right, how can a poor
being like me venture upon it? How can I make the decision
for you?
I am only asking you, as I would ask a seer, what has been
revealed to you.
You think I have seen H im ?
I ask you! I ask you!
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
593
594
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
J34
As in a mystery play, behind the figures who are wrestling for
faith in the divine, the Prince of Lies lurks, Antichrist, to utter
from time to time a scornful comment; so, now, it was Aleid
Bergmann, trampled on by fate, a refugee from a world she hated,
who watched the heroic struggle of the quartet critically and
with deliberate aloofness. Her furtive comings and goings were a
protest; still more the stubborn silence with which she masked
her curiosity.
What the deuce is it all leading up to ? she asked her mother.
I can make neither head nor tail of it. M ight almost as well be
in church. Soon you will start singing hymns up there.
Marie answered testily:
Either you are a consummate hypocrite or you dont know
what you are doing.
Please explain.
When was it? only a few days back. Joseph was telling the
Herzogs the story of Irlen, spoke of his friends death a death
in which he participated, to undergo a resurrection. You remem
ber, o f course. Well, that evening, you did not in the least resemble
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
595
596
JOSEPH
KERKHOVEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
*35
After the small-hour talk with Kerkhoven, Alexander slept
very late. When he emerged from the bungalow, Aleid was
doing sentry-go on the path leading to the lakeside. She had
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
597
598
J O S EP H
KERKHOVENS
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
599
600
JOSEPH
K ERK H O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
601
6oz
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
603
6o4
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
137
It was the old story of an enemy of the people, the experience
o f all honest servers and helpers o f mankind. In a great city,
Kerkhoven would have been protected from attacks to which here
he was exposed through his isolation. His was so outstanding a
personality, that his mere existence and his thought-trend
challenged the hatred of the ignorant and aroused the hostility
of the masses. Had he confined himself to medical practice, to
doctoring in the narrow sense of the term, no one would have
cast a stone at him. What rendered him suspect was his outstep
ping these boundaries into the domain of the supra-physical;
his interest in forces and phenomena, which, according to
the general view, had nothing to do with his specialty for
instance, the affair with Thirriot the clairvoyant had attracted
so much attention. T h e physician is not supposed to exert a
moral and spiritual influence; not for that has the State granted
him a diploma. Let the cobbler stick to his last. The doctor who,
like Kerkhoven, goes out of bounds, is not excused because he
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
605
138
Kerkhoven was not one to stand with folded arms while people
were slinging mud at him. T o stop the talk about Jeanne Mallery,
he asked the authorities to appoint a committee of enquiry.
This was agreed to. Three civil servants, one of them a doctor,
came to Seeblick, visited Mallery in her room, asked her a number
o f questions, and drafted a report to the effect that Dr. Kerk
hovens treatment of the patient was entirely satisfactory and
that there was no improper restraint. A summary of this report
was published in the Thurgauer Anzeiger, the rival periodical
to the Boten fur Stadt und Land. But Kerkhoven was no longer
inclined to keep Jeanne at Seeblick, and, with due consideration,
urged her to go and stay with her relatives in central Switzerland.
It was easy to come to this decision because she was almost
completely cured. T h e separation from Karl Imst had had a good
effect on her. She admitted that, since then, she was able to breathe
more freely. Nevertheless, she was afraid of the outer world,
and wept when Kerkhoven gave her notice to quit. What she
found hardest to bear was having to part from Marie.
How shall I get on without Frau Kerkhoven? she said
again and again. I should be so much happier if only I could
see her from time to time.
Something had also to be done to allay prejudice against
M aries wprk on behalf of the children. Kerkhoven advised her
606
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
607
608
JOSEPH
KE RKH O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
139
His energies were partly paralysed; his will power was often
defective. At such times, his associates seemed like shadows. He
felt very tired, especially after sundown, when he would creep
away to a retired room and endeavour, by mental concentration,
to restore the activity of organs inclined to go on strike. As night
advanced, he was able to resume work on his book. This still
lacked the last section, in which, with the wealth of his knowledge
and experience, he meant to build a bridge leading from the
sensory world of illusion to the supra-sensory world of faith,
from biology and physiology to the certainties of the divine
realm, from brain-anatomy to the spiritual structure of a supreme,
a dominant essence that determines fate. When he came to the
final chapter, he spoke of reality and time as phenomena of the
transformatory nerves. Contending that the notion of space was
a functional, mirrored projection into the neuroglia instinct
with the will-to-death, he deduced the existence of an immortality
principle which, through a victory over illusion on the one
hand, and over bodily substance (and therewith over death)
on the other, led to a perception of the unity of soul and body,
of creator and creature, to a biologico-religious form of being.
These hours of utmost tension were followed by more and
more lengthy periods of prostration which, for all his selfdiscipline, for all his studied acting, it became less and less easy
to hide from the alerter members of his household. During one
such paroxysm, he asked Bettina to fetch her violin and play to
him. Instantly and gladly she fulfilled his desire. Now, the same
thing happened day after day. Was it caprice, or the expression
of genuine inner need ? Never before had he shown any taste for
music. Perhaps it was not merely Bettinas playing which had so
restorative an effect on him, but even more her personality which
breathed through it, her vital impetus, her faith, the serenity
which welled up within her. When she tucked her fiddle under
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
609
her chin, and drew the bow across the strings, she became
music embodied, musical form and musical rhythm, musical
image and musical tone, all in one. She was a master at impro
visation, able to combine a simple folk-melody with the lilt of a
dance, so that both soared heavenward in full-throated happiness
like larks in springtime. There was no gush about her per
formance ; no swank; she sang, or rather her heart sang within her.
Often Marie was lured by the strains, to crouch in a corner
listening, and, when it was over, to depart as quietly as she had
come.
One day, Bettina played a capriccio of her own composition,
a charming piece, in which elfin laughter seemed to make genial
fun of an unsuccessful wooers melancholy. When she had
finished, Kerkhoven gazed meditatively into space for a time.
Then he said:
That told me a good deal about you. You are not given to
self-revelation. Although you are by no means laconic, one always
has the impression of an immense fund of reserve and all the
more when your conversation is lively and excited.
Bettina, blushing a little, made no direct answer, but uttered
a few words regarding inward silence an expression which
pleased Kerkhoven. He said:
M uch that masquerades as confidential avowal is really both
deception and self-deception. We moderns are no longer satis
fied with what we can infer about one another. An impulse of
self-detestation constrains us to rip ourselves and one another
open. For instance, a short while ago, Aleid blabbed to Alexander
a painful experience she had had in connexion with her mother.
Not unsympathetically, indeed, but it was a thing which decency
should have made her keep to herself. Alexander, in his turn,
was not able to refrain from talking about the matter to Marie
although he would probably have acted more wisely if he had
held his tongue. Marie was much upset. Since then, she has done
her best to avoid being alone with Aleid.
When I was in Poland during the war, a man was brought
to me one day, a Jew, who was known throughout the neighu
610
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
611
612
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
613
614
JOSEPH
K E R K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
615
616
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
143
For a moment he flushed dark red ; then he turned deadly pale.
He reached for the back of a chair and sat down. This looked
like a voluntary movement, but was nothing of the kind. He
coughed, drew his handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his
mouth. Then he rose from the chair, as if wishing to assure
himself that he was able to walk, moved slowly to the door, and
tried the handle to see if the latch had caught. These actions
were taken to gain time. Still he said never a word. W hile standing
by the door, he passed his fingers over his cheeks. He had spent
the day at the patients bedside and had found no time to shave.
T h e grey stubble made a rasping sound under his hand.
You look absolutely tired out, m y dear fellow, he said at
length. I will let them know at Seeblick that you have arrived.
What you need is rest. We shall see tomorrow if anything can be
done.
I have taken all possible steps, said Alexander in a toneless
voice.
He went on to tell the whole story, beginning with his mad
drive to Buchs, and ending with the bill-posting and the sending
out of paid searchers. Kerkhoven walked heavily to and fro
between the piano and the window. He smiled faintly, dreamily,
and Alexander contemplated him anxiously, saying:
Are you absolutely certain you have no duplicate?
D ont lets bother about that now, replied Kerkhoven rather
impatiently, it leads nowhere.We have to find out the meaning
o f what has happened. It must have a meaning. So that one
could say: Lord, into T h y hands I commend my spirit. Some
thing like that, but after my own fashion.
He tugged at his little beard. Then he asked:
Do you feel equal to going back home with me immediately?
T h a ts all right. I think it will be the best thing to do. No more
trains to-night, but they are putting a car at my disposal. I am
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
617
only waiting until my patient has been taken off to the clinic.
W e shall start in an hour. Lie down on the couch here and rest.
Swallow these.
He took a glass tube out of his pocket and gave Alexander
two white tablets.
T h ey will make you stop brooding, which can do no possible
good. Besides, I feel certain, almost certain, that the lost package
will be found. One of fates little practical jokes. Keep your
pecker up, old man; and get a good rest before we start.
W ith a nod to Alexander and a smile, he left the room. All the
same, far from being convinced that the manuscript would be
found, he felt assured that it had vanished for ever. T h is was a
fact which had to be faced.
144
618
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
619
I will not let our hair turn grey on that account. At least, it will
be better if we dont !
She caught his hands, carried them to her lips, and kissed
each in turn, many times.
But we have Alexander Herzog and Bettina to consider. The
effect o f the loss upon Alexander was, in view o f his tempera
ment, likely to be worse than the effect upon Kerkhoven. He
probably felt like a leper. As for Bettina, so imaginative and so
passionately sympathetic, she seemed to Marie to be strangely
at odds with her husband, whom she could not but regard as
blameworthy, although she suffered with his suffering, for she
suffered also on behalf of her friend whom this disaster had
befallen because o f the liking he had taken for herself and
Alexander. Here was a labyrinth from which there was no issue.
In her first conversation with Alexander and Bettina after
Kerkhovens return, Marie fancied that there was a breach
between them, an estrangement which neither would acknow
ledge, although Alexander had an inkling of it and Bettina was
plainly aware. It was as if Bettina were holding a pair of invisible
scales, in whose pans lay two souls, which she was meditatively
balancing one against the other. T h e pan she looked at would
sink, so she carefully, forebodingly, kept her eyes closed. This
image was extremely vivid to Marie, and she also wished to close
her eyes to it, because it was calamitous and intensely painful.
146
Tw o and twenty manuscript books full of notes, a huge pile
o f papers containing drafts, schemata, and sketches; such was
the material accumulated by Kerkhoven in the course of years.
It was all stacked on his writing-table. Since Alexander had
specially asked to be shown it, the doctor complied.
Bettina tells me that you have been thinking about a new
transcript of your book, began Alexander timidly. Marie, too.
You spoke to her concerning what you could accomplish in two
or three months if you could dictate four or five hours a day.
T h a ts so, isnt it?
620
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
147
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
621
622
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
623
624
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
placed under restraint. What was wrong with her was not her
intelligence but her character. A defective character cannot be
cured, and it was not because of this defect that her relatives
had sent her to Kerkhoven. Her fundamental illness was an
autosuggestive hysteria, more strongly developed than Kerk
hoven had ever seen before. She suffered from major hysteria
with epileptiform seizures, spasms, hysterical aphonia, and
stigmatisation. In her case, the symptoms of this grave hysteria
resembled those we read of in medieval trials for witchcraft.
She had a marvellous capacity for imitating the symptoms of
any disease from which she fancied herself to be suffering; pro
ducing eruptions, oedema, suppurations, muscular rheumatism
with a temperature of 105, haematemesis, or a stye; such
faithful imitations that any one not in the know would have
believed her to be afflicted with organic disease. T h e illness was
manifest, and yet it was mere semblance. It exhibited the signs
and symptoms proper to the complaint, and yet it was nothing
but a cobweb of the sick womans brain. In earlier days, even
as recently as six months ago, Kerkhoven would have treated
the malady according to the rules o f art and the teachings of
experience, as he had treated many cases resembling that which
this woman similated. Now he could see through the deceptive
tissues, through the meshes between willing and suffering,
between the desire for self-torment and the ecstasy thereof,
between the coercion of the blood and the cunning of the blood,
to reach the foundation of it all; to reach the hopeless, God
forsaken night in which this Lili and all her kind wander, vainly
seeking for a ray of light.
149
It was snowing heavily. Kerkhoven was sitting close to the fire,
a rug wrapped round his knees, his head supported on his hand.
From time to time the silence was broken by the dismal moaning
of L ili Meevin. For a few seconds the noise was intensified,
when the door of the Refectory opened. Aleid came in, and
walked across the room to her stepfather, panting after the ascent
of the stairs.
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
625
626
JOSEPH
KERKH O VEN S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
She quivered at the severity of his tone. Then she was seized
once more by a spirit of wrath and defiance. With the thumb and
forefinger of her right hand, she twisted Kerkhovens wedding
ring, and muttered:
Look here! I swear I m going to strangle it. Like a servantmaid who has her baby in the water-closet. D ont imagine you
can prevent me. A child coming as mine comes, into such a
world as this it would be mad to let it live. If you had only
helped me when I first came. . . . You were my last stand-by.
But none of you has any bowels of compassion.
Kerkhoven grasped her by the shoulders and compelled her
to look at him.
All right. When you have strangled it, I will help you, he
said quietly, sustaining the fiery glint of the emerald eyes as long
as she could keep it up.
She rose, and slipped out of the room with catlike stealth.
JOSEPH
AND
MARlfi
62?
628
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
in the stream of life. One must know this, must realise it, must
have faith in it. As such thoughts flashed through his brain, he
turned to Bettina, pressed her temples between his hands, and
kissed her ardently on the mouth, the chin, the eyes, the brow,
the hair, again and again.
Now your time has come, said Kerkhoven, when, in
delicate outline, she told him of this scene. You need make no
effort; indeed you must carefully avoid effort; matters will run
smooth if you rightly understand. T ell me, have you ever seen
him so cheerful? On such good terms with fate? So ripe for
Bettina? Yes, that is really so, ripe for Bettina; and Bettina
must not be idle; she must reap her harvest, cart her good
fortune, fill the garners; must be valiant, shrewd, far-seeing;
must be Bettina! She who has faith in God. Thats what your
name means, come to think of it; she who has faith in G od.
Bettina stared at him in amazement. She had never seen him
look like that, never heard him utter such words. Th ey were
standing in the snow, among the birches, near the edge of the
grounds. She lowered her eyes, slid down the bank over the snow,
climbed up to him again, and said gently:
Dear, dear M aster.
He was dumbfounded.
W hy Master ? he asked. There was some one else who
used to call me that, but I did not fare well with my mastership.
In my case, you have fared well with it, answered Bettina
with a far-away smile, for you have mastered my life.
He leaned forward and gently kissed the top of her head.
This was a caress she never forgot. But then, going home, she
went into Alexanders study. He was seated at the writing-table.
She drew close to him unheard, put an arm round him, and
breathed into his ear:
I love you. I love you.
*5 *
It was very strange! Since the loss of the manuscript, almost to
the very day, the hostilities against Seeblick had ceased, as if at
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
629
630
JOSEPH
K ER K H O VE N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
152
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
631
*53
632
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
of her bed for his usual half-hours talk with her before she
went to sleep. She had expressed surprise that Lili Meevin
never took a chill during her crazy dances, although at such
times all the windows were widely opened.
Any one else would get pneumonia, or at least tonsillitis;
but she takes no harm. Yet when she imagines herself affected
with pneumonia or tonsillitis, she has them right enough. The
matter is so weird, I can hardly bear to think of it. What protects
her in one case, and makes her defenceless in the other?
Hard to say, Marie. An idea can immunise, even a fixed
idea. But you are right. Hysteria of any kind, involves a meta
physical problem. Did I ever tell you of my experience in Java
with the young German surveyor ? He had an unreasonable dread
of snakes. One day he came to me, deadly pale, trembling all
over, to tell me that a venomous snake had bitten him in the
foot, and to ask for immediate amputation. I examined the foot.
N o sign of snake-bite, no redness, no swelling, nothing. He stuck
to his contention that he would die unless his foot were ampu
tated. He was beside himself with fear, but of course I refused
to operate. He died during the night with all the symptoms of
snake poisoning. Post-mortem examination showed that there
was no trace o f toxin in the blood. It was pure fancy, even the
death, though he really died.
Do you mean that we can conjure up any distress and any
pain out of nothing?
Yes, we can go all lengths in that direction. There are no
limits to mans powers of self-deception. One can believe and
disbelieve at the same time; but if a man is overpowered by the
belief he has an illness, and I give him ocular demonstration
that he has it not, his mind instantly takes refuge in super
stition. He has as great a dread of the truth, even of an obvious
truth, as that geometrician had of snakes. Strictly speaking,
Marie, death itself is only dread of the truth. Per se, it has no
truth. I mean, it is not true before God. What we have to do
is to wrestle our way through to truth as it exists before God.
If you immerse yourself in your own self with your utmost
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
633
154
Four death-dreams of Alexander Herzogs, transcribed for
Kerkhoven.
1.
I know that Bettina is at the theatre with J. K . Something
impels me to go there, and that she may not be annoyed by
my turning up, I intend to tell her that I have to set out on a
journey by rail. T h e theatre is full, so the manager gives me
the key of his private box. I am wearing a loose velvet jacket
and a shirt without a collar. Between me and the stage is an
open space, at least a mile wide. It is thronged by a raging mob,
in the middle of which I see Bettina, who holds out her hands
to me despairingly, to implore my help. T h e director bursts
out laughing at my anxiety and says: T h ats part of the show.
Thereupon, I want to fetch my dinner jacket, but as I am about
634
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
JOSEPH
AND
MARIE
635
of a brook is full of gravel. I get up, and run away, across rails
and points. Helmut scampers along in front of me. We reach
the station, I meet Ferry. I ask: Where is the trunk? He
points to a porter. I am very angry that he should have engaged
a porter to carry the empty trunk. (How do I know that the
trunk is empty?) The train looks like the bridge of a steamboat.
I cannot find my compartment, or the trunk. There is an in
creasing press of people, who make me anxious. I hear Bettina
calling for Helmut in a harrowing voice. T h e smoke of the engine
is choking m e I have thought long and painfully about the
meaning of this dream, but have been unable to arrive at any
interpretation. It arouses in me an extraordinarily gloomy im
pression, perhaps because the details are so trivial and are only
haunting in their interconnexion.
155
When do these dreams date from? asked Kerkhoven, as the
two men were sitting together in the Refectory'.
They belong to the last six months, answered Alexander.
That is obvious, on the face of it, as regards the dream about
the theatre, said Kerkhoven somewhat mockingly. But what
especially interests me is to learn the impulse which led you
to transcribe them in series.
That is easy to explain. I did so, because my dreams have
of late taken on quite a new character.
In what way?
The change is very striking. O f course these four are only
a few out of the many, brought together in order to demon
strate the change to myself. M y dreams used to be about
quarrels, a sense of insufficiency, menaces, the need for defence,
anxiety, anxiety, anxiety. Now, I dream as if I had escaped from
prison.
Well, what sort of dreams are these you are having now ?
We wont bother about interpretation. That is a risky game.
There is too much humbug in interpretation. Too many arbitrary
combinations, too much assumption. No one, learned or un
636
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
EXISTENCE
learned, can trace a dream to its sources, and those who fancy
they are able to do so have no inkling of the sources. But you
were going to tell me the nature o f the change in your dreams.
That remark that you feel as if you had escaped from prison
seems to me unduly generalised.
Alexander Herzog countered Kerkhovens question with
another:
Have you ever reflected upon the nature of a message? That
is the difference. I am now continually being entrusted with
messages.
Kerkhoven played the ignoramus.
Messages? What sort of messages? From whom?
Alexander saw through Josephs game, and smiled.
W hy this cross-examination? T h e messages come from you.
Every dream contains one. When I think o f what I was before
I knew you and compare it with what I am now. . . . How can
I phrase it? . . . It is as if before I met you I had lived in a
state of perpetual poisoning by some habit-forming drug. . . .
Without Eros, as it were. . . . D o you understand? Without
Eros.
Not merely as it were, Alexander. It was actually so.
Do you know the story o f Johann Tauler, the mystic, and
the Friend of G od? Alexander went on. The real name of
the Friend of God has never become known. He was simply
called the Friend of God from the Oberland. He sought out
Tauler in Strasburg. When he heard Tauler preach, the latter,
who regarded the man from the Oberland as one of his disciples,
asked him what he thought of the sermon. The Friend of God
answered boldly that he had no fault to find with Taulers
doctrine namely that in order to enter into community with
God one must rid oneself of all sensual and conceptual notions
of God and must overcome the delight the mind is apt to take
in such notions. Taulers doctrine was excellent in these respects.
What made his words unacceptable was the moral constitution
of the preachers soul. The sermon had produced in the Man
from the Oberland the impression that Tauler was more con
JPSEPH
AND
MARIE
637
cerned with his own honour than with G ods; and had not
himself yet touched the burden which he imposed upon the
souls of his disciples. He commanded Tauler to give up preaching,
to cease his activities in the cloister, to discontinue his studies,
and to devote his whole attention to considering his own lack
of love. Tauler did as he was told, becoming the mock of his
fellow-monks and of all with whom he came into contact, being
even regarded as insane. He would not have been able to accom
plish this task of self-denial had not the Friend of God, from
time to time, sent him messages of consolation and guidance,
not written or spoken, but mutely or spiritually transmitted.
When, after several years, the message came that he was to
preach once more, after, through G ods grace, he had received
the light, in the pulpit he burst into uncontrollable tears, so
that once more he became the object of general derision. By
degrees, however, he attained to harmony with the ground that
had been provided for him, as he expressed it. Remember, too,
how he speaks of the annihilation of man as against the god
head, of the annihilation of evil, and the annihilation of death.
That was six hundred years ago! O f him it is said that his fiery
tongue kindled the earth. Only because he had received his
message.
Alexander ceased, and Kerkhoven had no inclination to speak.
Life was given to the silence by the crackling of the wood in
the fireplace and by the gentle crepitation of twigs outside the
window beneath their burden of snow.
156
638
JOSEPH
K E R K H O V E N S
THIRD
JOSEPH
EXISTENCE
out. She had determined not to. She had been in labour now
for seven hours, and the agony was terrible, as if her intestines
were being slowly torn into strips.
Let me die, she groaned. W hy dont you let me die? Or,
better, kill me. I dont want to live. I dont want the brat.
From time to time Kerkhoven came in, exchanged a few words
with the midwife, went to the bedside, and laid a hand upon
the writhing womans forehead. It seemed to soothe her a little.
She looked up at him with a frenzied, vacant glance; then her
eyes contracted into slits once more. Towards eleven o clock,
Marie, sobbing, went out of the room to j'oin Bettina who was
in a room close at hand.
I cant bear to look on any longer, the mother exclaimed,
stretching forth her arms, with clenched fists.
She would have fallen had not Bettina jumped up and
supported her.
Suddenly came a cry, only one cry, like a flash in the night
intolerable lasting three seconds an eternity. The two
women clung to one another trembling. Silence, now. They
continued to listen. They heard a peculiar rasping wail, hoarser
and much lower toned than the agonised scream of the woman
in labour. The midwife opened the door.
Blessed be Jesus Christ, the baby is born, said she.
Involuntarily Nurse Else, Marie, and Bettina folded their
hands. Kerkhoven came down from the Refectory. Alexander
remained in the passage.
AND
MARIE
639
POSTFACE
in the late autumn of 1933, Jacob Wassermann had
finished the foregoing book, the human world around him
seemed to him so distressful that he (for whom the work of
imaginative creation had always provided a refuge from harsh
realities) felt it imcumbent upon him to assume an active
attitude towards his environment, instead of remaining content,
as heretofore, with a merely passive one. Although Joseph
Kerkhovens Third Existence embodies much of his own spiritual
experience, he had, for intimate reasons, kept out of the
novel his sense of the call to him that he should take a part
in the positive struggle. Now, however, he was assailed from
all sides, and, as happens to a creative artist, not by mere opinions
or views however vivid but by real personalities who were,
he felt, betraying him and his cause, even though they might
regard themselves as victims rather than agents of the distracted
epoch in which we live. This worked on him physically; this
stirred his flesh and his blood; this was not a product of mere
abstract thought, but was eminently concrete. He therefore
decided to write a postface to Kerkhoven, which should cross
the t s and set the dots on the is, and should make the novel
embody a more concrete message than any of his other romances,
the message of one who was a fighter as well as a sufferer.
It was not to be. He did not live to write such a postface.
I therefore feel it my duty to tell the readers of Jacob Wasser
manns last work that he intended to write it. He also wanted
to make numerous minor emendations and embellishments, for
he was a conscientious craftsman. This was rendered impossible
by his untimely death. T h e book is therefore commended to
the readers indulgence as the authors unrevised legacy.
W hen,
im
a a b g a u , M arch
1934
x
FICTION
The Goose-Man
L a . C r.
by
8vo.
ja c o b
w asserm an n
io
s.
Etzel Andergast
La. C r. 8uo.
b y Ja cob W asserm an n
io j.
Hordubal
by
L a . C r. 81to.
TR ANSLATED
7 s.
K a r e l C ap e k
BY M . AND
6d.
R. W EA TH ER A LL
Mr. Capek is a fine artist, and in Hordubal he has given modem and
original setting to an old, old tale, of which mankind never appears to
tire . . . a simple, tragic story, very movingly told. G e r a l d
the Observer
G o u ld
in
Seldom does a novel bring you so close and with such economy to the
hidden springs of action . Manchester Guardian
A tragic pastoral from a master hand. H o w a r d
Evening Standard
S p r in g
in the
Blind A lley
Cr. 8vo.
7 s. 6 d.
b y T . T h om p so n
S im p son
in the
Morning Post
7 s. 6 d.
by John G lo a g
If you want something really out of the way, read The New Pleasure:
not only the most diverting of fanciful stories, but a brilliantly original
satire. R a l p h
S trau s
Pageant
La. Cr. 8vo.
by G. B.
7s. 6d.
L a n ca ste r
Second Impression
LONDON:
GEORGE
ALLEN
&
UNWIN
LTD