glimpsed the phantasmal outline ol may be seen in Anatole, where hyp¬
gulred aboat the authentleng of Dr..
Eis grief over a dend daughter.
#notism is emploved as a dramatie de- Schnitzler's characters.
In Schnitzler,“ I said, Lthere is al¬
rice. Both as an artist and a physi¬
Ils Spirit Ernehen
cien, however, I felt that hypnotism
ways delicate charm, light amour and
—That daughter, it will be remem¬
was mnadequate in the long run. But
so on. Did the sex game, as his plays
bered, had but recently married an
# did Pelp me in some way to get an
Imply, once take up a good part of the
Italian nobleman, and a few wecks
insight Into the inner life of my char- lives of the Viennese?“
after her wedding she committed sul¬
acters. Reigen' was written as a serles
The lady laughed, her eyes süddenly
cide in Venice. Dr. Schnitzler char¬
grown youthful and gay. Oh, Schnitz¬
of case histories. Does this surprise
tered a special plane and flew to her
ler Is very, very clever,“ she sald, exs
vou? The question I asked myself was
bediside, but it was too late. The girl
chis: Clinically speaking, how do cer¬
tending toward me a platter heaped up
was dead. Broken in spirit, his face
tain people, drawn from all classes, act
with rich pastry.“ He's profound, and.
older and more tired, his eyes sadder,
of course, almost any woman will recog¬
Schnitzler returned to Vienna and lnder the stress of sexual passion? I
have been accused of having produced
nize herself in one, at least, of his
withdrew more and more deeply within
characters, T hear he’s been translated
a kind of sublimated joke. Ah, not at
himself. Of course, he still has his
all. The Hands Around' ldea was best
Into every language. And he deserves
only son, a promising young actor,
fitted to carry out my purpose.“
ro be, for he is universal—a great writ¬
whom he sees nowadays from time 10
er.“ She paused. Her eyes glistened.
Appraises Von Hofmannsthal
time, I cannot forget his sigh when
But,“ she went on. “you mustn't taken
he said:"It is hard to work in peace
The name of Von Hofmannsthal, who
him too literally. Most of us women,
nowadays, free from crushing anziety.
was having a modern comedy produced
vou know, dream. all our lives of those
It is not like before the war.“
by Reinhardt in Vienna at the time,
gay infidelities which he so delicately
And I sometimes wonder if old age and
portrays. But, alas! they never come
was next brougnt up and Dr. Schnitz
a consciousness of great work well
Eto us. Ah, well!“ she sighed.
done will at last bring him the healing
ler sald:
gift of millennial peace.
As a poet he is unequaled, but
Circumstances had, of course, been
find his plays a little lacking in hur
relentless toward him, as toward many
manity. Von Hofmannsthal is the mod.
others, during the spare and bitter war
Fears and during the inflation of the
ern counterpart of Ben Jonson—if yon
Austrian crown and the German mark.
will make huge allowances for the dif¬
His work was practically at a standstill.
The royalties from the output of a life- ferences of temperament and age. Vou¬
must remember that his prose comedies“
time-about twenty volumes of novels
have no kinship with his verse. Butt
and plays in all—amounted to exactly
he is scholarly, even wonderfully eru¬
85. This was his income from the
dite, and he is quick to see the humors
Fischer verlag, his German publishers.
in people. This is what concerns him
Tuckenschanz Park, near Schnitzler's
nost and In this trait he comes closest#
home, is cne of the loveliest spots in
to the Elizabethan. He is a good ex¬
Vienna. As the name indicates, the
ample of the playwright of humors; but
Turks, during their prolonged invest¬
realistic comedy, when all Is said and
ment of the city, had bullt a fort there.
done, is not his special fleld. He is
Ashort, stout man with curly brown
essentlally a poet, a great dramatie“
hair and beard, profusely dusted with
poet, as his librettos written for
gray, came to meet me. His forehead
Strauss’s music show, and one of the#
was narrow, lined, his nose long and
finest Austria has ever produced.“
well modeled, his lips thick and full.
Since these words were spoken, the #
But his most arresting feature was his
two lifelong friends, as everybody #
eyes—they were deep-sunk and had
knows, have suffered kindred tragedies. #
penumbra; they were by no means
tragedies of fate with nothing less than *
cynical, as one might perhaps expect
a Sophoclean touch, In their own
from some of his plays, but weary, seif¬
lives. Schnitzler’s daughter and Von
effacing, asking little of people and
Hofmannsthal's young son committed
things. He was well past sixty.
suleide withln a short period of each #
Thirty Vears After" Anatole“
other. In Von Hofmannsthal’s case
He greeted me cordially. The room,
the shock of the catastrophe was thef
oblong in shape and not very large, was
immediate cause of the poet’s death.
lined with rows of beautlfully bound
After talking to Schnitzler for a half
books. Near the window stood a tall
nour or so, I said to him:
desk with a sloping top like a shütter,
This is not an interview, Herr
surmounted by a porcelaln figure of
Dockter. I shall not use it untess——“
Goethe in Schlafrock, At this desk, he
You may use whatever I say.“ he re¬
later told me, he had done most of his
plied, smiling. But if you are wise
writing, standing up. Fully thirty-two
vou will walt several years. Interview¬
years had elapsed since Anatole,“ sub¬
ers hare come to me from all over tne
titled a Comedy of Seduction, nad been
first produced, and more than thirty
world—and misrepresented me most
Fears since he wrote Reigen,“ that
horrlbly. I should like somebody who
devastating cyele of dialogues concerned
really knows me to write an interview.
with the disillusions of love.
Now take this, for example'—and he
Since that time his orany has grown
strode over to his desk and drew ont a
gentler and more mature, but he never
newspaper clipping—Vhere is an inter¬
gave up his role, which he filled in
view from a New York newspaper. It #
those two youthful works, of a subtle
states, to begin with, that I am a man¬
dlagnostielan of men and women, never
about-town, that I attend all the
shallow, never witty for wit's sake
redouts, that 1am Invariably to be seen
alone, Except in“ The Green Cockatoo,
at first nights and all important social
Schnitzler has never proved himself a
functions; that I am to be seen at#
scintillating dramatist steeped in the
Sacher’s every single night, drinking 9
waters of the eighteenth century. He
champagne or smoking an after-dinner
had written Professor Bernhardi.“
cigar. This, as you know, Is simply K##
Light of Love.“ The Country of the
tissue of colorful lles. Of course I maf
Soul)“ Bertha Garlan, Lieutenant
now and then attend a first night—but!
Gustl,“ The Road to the Open,“ Casa¬
then I am a dramatist. For me thé#
nova's Homecoming“ — innumerable
main difference between the pre-warts
plays, novels and short storles, a small
period and the present is this: Previ-“
handful of which I had the pleasure of
ously I had leisure and peace in whicht
translating into English when I was
to work. Now, due to the state off
something under twenty, and each one
soclal and political unrest, I am a goodb
dealing with this or that phase of love.
deal distracted, as any writer living ind
of man's weakness and man's inevitable
Vienna must be.“
illusions of pride, love and ambition.
beginnings as KAsLrose-to-lea##turned to##
„e skeiched his
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gulred aboat the authentleng of Dr..
Eis grief over a dend daughter.
#notism is emploved as a dramatie de- Schnitzler's characters.
In Schnitzler,“ I said, Lthere is al¬
rice. Both as an artist and a physi¬
Ils Spirit Ernehen
cien, however, I felt that hypnotism
ways delicate charm, light amour and
—That daughter, it will be remem¬
was mnadequate in the long run. But
so on. Did the sex game, as his plays
bered, had but recently married an
# did Pelp me in some way to get an
Imply, once take up a good part of the
Italian nobleman, and a few wecks
insight Into the inner life of my char- lives of the Viennese?“
after her wedding she committed sul¬
acters. Reigen' was written as a serles
The lady laughed, her eyes süddenly
cide in Venice. Dr. Schnitzler char¬
grown youthful and gay. Oh, Schnitz¬
of case histories. Does this surprise
tered a special plane and flew to her
ler Is very, very clever,“ she sald, exs
vou? The question I asked myself was
bediside, but it was too late. The girl
chis: Clinically speaking, how do cer¬
tending toward me a platter heaped up
was dead. Broken in spirit, his face
tain people, drawn from all classes, act
with rich pastry.“ He's profound, and.
older and more tired, his eyes sadder,
of course, almost any woman will recog¬
Schnitzler returned to Vienna and lnder the stress of sexual passion? I
have been accused of having produced
nize herself in one, at least, of his
withdrew more and more deeply within
characters, T hear he’s been translated
a kind of sublimated joke. Ah, not at
himself. Of course, he still has his
all. The Hands Around' ldea was best
Into every language. And he deserves
only son, a promising young actor,
fitted to carry out my purpose.“
ro be, for he is universal—a great writ¬
whom he sees nowadays from time 10
er.“ She paused. Her eyes glistened.
Appraises Von Hofmannsthal
time, I cannot forget his sigh when
But,“ she went on. “you mustn't taken
he said:"It is hard to work in peace
The name of Von Hofmannsthal, who
him too literally. Most of us women,
nowadays, free from crushing anziety.
was having a modern comedy produced
vou know, dream. all our lives of those
It is not like before the war.“
by Reinhardt in Vienna at the time,
gay infidelities which he so delicately
And I sometimes wonder if old age and
portrays. But, alas! they never come
was next brougnt up and Dr. Schnitz
a consciousness of great work well
Eto us. Ah, well!“ she sighed.
done will at last bring him the healing
ler sald:
gift of millennial peace.
As a poet he is unequaled, but
Circumstances had, of course, been
find his plays a little lacking in hur
relentless toward him, as toward many
manity. Von Hofmannsthal is the mod.
others, during the spare and bitter war
Fears and during the inflation of the
ern counterpart of Ben Jonson—if yon
Austrian crown and the German mark.
will make huge allowances for the dif¬
His work was practically at a standstill.
The royalties from the output of a life- ferences of temperament and age. Vou¬
must remember that his prose comedies“
time-about twenty volumes of novels
have no kinship with his verse. Butt
and plays in all—amounted to exactly
he is scholarly, even wonderfully eru¬
85. This was his income from the
dite, and he is quick to see the humors
Fischer verlag, his German publishers.
in people. This is what concerns him
Tuckenschanz Park, near Schnitzler's
nost and In this trait he comes closest#
home, is cne of the loveliest spots in
to the Elizabethan. He is a good ex¬
Vienna. As the name indicates, the
ample of the playwright of humors; but
Turks, during their prolonged invest¬
realistic comedy, when all Is said and
ment of the city, had bullt a fort there.
done, is not his special fleld. He is
Ashort, stout man with curly brown
essentlally a poet, a great dramatie“
hair and beard, profusely dusted with
poet, as his librettos written for
gray, came to meet me. His forehead
Strauss’s music show, and one of the#
was narrow, lined, his nose long and
finest Austria has ever produced.“
well modeled, his lips thick and full.
Since these words were spoken, the #
But his most arresting feature was his
two lifelong friends, as everybody #
eyes—they were deep-sunk and had
knows, have suffered kindred tragedies. #
penumbra; they were by no means
tragedies of fate with nothing less than *
cynical, as one might perhaps expect
a Sophoclean touch, In their own
from some of his plays, but weary, seif¬
lives. Schnitzler’s daughter and Von
effacing, asking little of people and
Hofmannsthal's young son committed
things. He was well past sixty.
suleide withln a short period of each #
Thirty Vears After" Anatole“
other. In Von Hofmannsthal’s case
He greeted me cordially. The room,
the shock of the catastrophe was thef
oblong in shape and not very large, was
immediate cause of the poet’s death.
lined with rows of beautlfully bound
After talking to Schnitzler for a half
books. Near the window stood a tall
nour or so, I said to him:
desk with a sloping top like a shütter,
This is not an interview, Herr
surmounted by a porcelaln figure of
Dockter. I shall not use it untess——“
Goethe in Schlafrock, At this desk, he
You may use whatever I say.“ he re¬
later told me, he had done most of his
plied, smiling. But if you are wise
writing, standing up. Fully thirty-two
vou will walt several years. Interview¬
years had elapsed since Anatole,“ sub¬
ers hare come to me from all over tne
titled a Comedy of Seduction, nad been
first produced, and more than thirty
world—and misrepresented me most
Fears since he wrote Reigen,“ that
horrlbly. I should like somebody who
devastating cyele of dialogues concerned
really knows me to write an interview.
with the disillusions of love.
Now take this, for example'—and he
Since that time his orany has grown
strode over to his desk and drew ont a
gentler and more mature, but he never
newspaper clipping—Vhere is an inter¬
gave up his role, which he filled in
view from a New York newspaper. It #
those two youthful works, of a subtle
states, to begin with, that I am a man¬
dlagnostielan of men and women, never
about-town, that I attend all the
shallow, never witty for wit's sake
redouts, that 1am Invariably to be seen
alone, Except in“ The Green Cockatoo,
at first nights and all important social
Schnitzler has never proved himself a
functions; that I am to be seen at#
scintillating dramatist steeped in the
Sacher’s every single night, drinking 9
waters of the eighteenth century. He
champagne or smoking an after-dinner
had written Professor Bernhardi.“
cigar. This, as you know, Is simply K##
Light of Love.“ The Country of the
tissue of colorful lles. Of course I maf
Soul)“ Bertha Garlan, Lieutenant
now and then attend a first night—but!
Gustl,“ The Road to the Open,“ Casa¬
then I am a dramatist. For me thé#
nova's Homecoming“ — innumerable
main difference between the pre-warts
plays, novels and short storles, a small
period and the present is this: Previ-“
handful of which I had the pleasure of
ously I had leisure and peace in whicht
translating into English when I was
to work. Now, due to the state off
something under twenty, and each one
soclal and political unrest, I am a goodb
dealing with this or that phase of love.
deal distracted, as any writer living ind
of man's weakness and man's inevitable
Vienna must be.“
illusions of pride, love and ambition.
beginnings as KAsLrose-to-lea##turned to##
„e skeiched his
A
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