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ROMANTICISM AND SPACE 707<br />

I will condone anything which does not lead to artistic depravity.<br />

The admiration for what we sometimes call chocolatebox<br />

beauty is not of itself vicious ; it gives evidence, at least, of<br />

artistic feeling, which may well become later the basis for real<br />

taste. Permanent injury is done only by real depravity in art. "<br />

It is perfectly true that we are a people of romantics, quite<br />

different from the Americans, for example, who see nothing beyond<br />

their sky-scrapers. Our romanticism has its origins in the<br />

intense appreciation of nature that is inherent in us Germans.<br />

Properly to appreciate such artists as Weber, Ludwig Richter and<br />

the other romanticists, one must know Franconian mountains,<br />

for that is the background which gives birth to romanticism in<br />

both music and painting; and, of course, the stories and legends<br />

of our folk-lore also make a potent contribution.<br />

The only romance which stirs the heart of the North American<br />

is that of the Redskin; but it is curious to note that the writer<br />

who has produced the most .vivid Redskin romances is a German.<br />

One thing the Americans have, and which we lack, is the<br />

sense of the vast open spaces. Hence the particular characteristics<br />

of our own form of nostalgia. There comes a time when<br />

this desire for expansion can no longer be contained and must<br />

burst into action. It is an irrefutable fact that the Dutch, for<br />

example, who occupied the most densely populated portions of<br />

the German lands, were driven, centuries ago, by this irresistible<br />

desire for expansion to seek ever wider conquest abroad.<br />

What, I wonder, would happen to us, if we had not at least<br />

the illusion of vast spaces at our disposal? For me, one of the<br />

charms of the Spessart is that one can drive there for hours on<br />

end, and never meet a soul. Our autobahnen give me the same<br />

feeling; even in the more thickly populated areas they reproduce<br />

the atmosphere of the open spaces.<br />

321 17th June 1943, evening<br />

The great cataclysms of nature—The Fear of the Unknown.<br />

I cannot believe that the various ages in the history of the<br />

globe lasted as long as the experts would have us believe. In<br />

any case, they have no proofs to offer of the correctness of their<br />

hypotheses. I have the feeling that in their estimates the fear of

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