Devil with a blue dress on
This (below) was in my Twitter feed this
morning – or something like it was.
"Pick that up!" |
Another argument occurs to the composer. Earlier the Devil has responded
to his question, “What should I call you?” “Anything you like except Dicis-et-non-facis,” that is,
You-say-but-you-do-not-do. So now Leverkühn addresses Him as Dicis-et-non-es, You-say-but-you-are-not, because the Devil would not be
there, in Italy; that’s not where he would have “searched [Leverkühn] out . . .
in alien Italy of all places,” where Leverkühn challenges, “you are quite out
of your realm and enjoy not the least popularity?” It would be absurd for the devil to come to him there. He might well have come to him in Kaisersachern, where Leverkühn grew
up, or in Wittenberg, or on the Wartburg. “But surely not here, under a heathen
Catholic sky!”
But it’s not a matter of religion, the Devil replies; though perhaps He is more Protestant than Roman Catholic. It is
certainly not a matter of place, at least geographically! If Leverkühn is free to roam,
why not He? Didn’t they grow up together, neither in sunny Italy – both where
the winters were dark and cold and the people huddled indoors and inside
themselves? “Where I am,” He concludes, “there is Kaisersachern.”
So He says to all of us born north of the 36th parallel. Where you are, born in Dover, NJ. There I was; here I am.
So He says to all of us born north of the 36th parallel. Where you are, born in Dover, NJ. There I was; here I am.
10.07.16
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