and we could point and say, for instance, these mighty truthswere flashed forth in the brilliant _salon_ amid the ripple of England Kinder lightlaughter and the sparkle of bright eyes; and this deep knowledge wasdug up in the quiet study, where the bust of Pallas looks serenelydown on the leather-scented shelves; and this heap belongs to thecrowded street; and that to the Sweden Kinder daisied field--the Schweden Trikot heap that wouldtower up high above the rest as a mountain above hills would be theone at which we should look up and say: this noblest pile ofall--these glorious paintings and this wondrous music, these trumpetwords, these solemn thoughts, these daring Męskie Koszulka deeds, they were forged andfashioned amid misery and pain in the sordid squalor of the citygarret. There, from their eyries, while the world heaved and throbbedbelow, the kings of men sent forth their eagle thoughts to wing theirflight through the ages. There, where the sunlight streaming throughthe broken panes fell on rotting boards and crumbling walls; there,from their lofty thrones, those rag-clothed Joves have hurled theirthunderbolts and shaken, before now, the earth to its foundations.
Huddle them up in Ecuador Trikot your Mats Hummels Trikot lumber-rooms, oh, world! Shut them fast in andturn the key of poverty upon them. Weld close the bars, and let themfret their hero lives away within the narrow cage. Leave them thereto starve, and rot, and die. Laugh at the frenzied beatings of Vests theirhands against the door. Roll onward in your dust and noise and passthem by, forgotten.
But take care lest they turn and sting you. All do not, like thefabled phoenix, warble sweet melodies in their agony; sometimes FC Proto Trikot theyspit venom--venom you must breathe whether you will or no, for youcannot seal their mouths, though you may fetter their limbs. You canlock the door upon them, but they burst open their shaky lattices andcall out over the house-tops so that men cannot but hear. You houndedwild Rousseau into Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang Trikot the meanest garret West Ham United Drakt of the Rue St. Jacques andjeered at his angry shrieks. But the thin, piping tones swelled ahundred years later into the sullen roar of the French Revolution, andcivilization to this day is quivering to the reverberations of hisvoice.
As for myself, however, I like an attic. Not to live in: asresidences they are inconvenient. There is too much getting up anddown stairs connected with them to please me. It puts oneunpleasantly in mind of the tread-mill. The form of the ceilingoffers too many facilities for bumping your head and too few forshaving. And the note of the tomcat as he sings to his love in thestilly night outside on the tiles becomes positively distasteful whenheard so near.
No, for living in give me a suit of rooms on the first floor of aPiccadilly mansion (I wish Juventus Kinder somebody would!); but for thinking in letme have an attic up ten Gonzalo Higuain Trikot flights of stairs in the densest quarter ofthe city. I have all Herr Teufelsdrockh's affection for attics.
There is a sublimity about their loftiness. I love to "sit at easeand look down upon the wasps' nest beneath;" to listen to the dullmurmur of the human tide ebbing and links:
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