was interested in natural sciences, studied medicine, complained of the oppression of the female sex, and wrote articles

bed to the magnetic attraction of a red-cheeked clerk in her father's office, and generously

t of her fine German, and because she subscribed to the Revue des Deux Mondes, and had once sa

tical analysis of capital concern a practical man, as long as he relies solely upon the actual substance? This rubbish furnished occupation for poor wretches, he thought to himself, which opinion he finally announced to his wife. But when she told him that Carl Marx and Lassalle were both very weal

a very noble occupation, and, like many more clever people, he made a rule of despising everything which he did not understand. Instead of any other comment

k upon two legs, but who always falls back upon four again. At an ?sthetic tea, for which his wife had most conscientiously prepared him, most generously lent him her intelligence, she heard him, in the midst of a conversation upon Schopenhau

this hopeless specimen, and transferred her pedagogic capabilities

ation, he passed two-thirds of his time at the piano, diligently trying to attain the summit of his ambition, high C, while he did not fa

e she learned, besides a little French and piano thumping, to carry her head very high, learned to go into nervous

to her. The unrestrained, coarse admiration which the young men of her circle offered her seemed unbearable to her. Discontented, weary of life, without an aim that was not

nose more frequently and with more fine distinction than she herself, but to her misery, had his brand new title of Freiherr, and a couple of intimate friends of very ol

so operatic," she had answered him.

ses are called Piffi, Pantschi, Nina, like grisettes or little dogs. Her romantic name was odious to her, but in a c

nce arose between her

quaintance of the Harfinks while walking. This was the