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scene of Druidic worship, and where mistletoe
grows luxuriantly on the apple and lime trees.
Above this wood the path mounts steeply
through pines.
Several times I have tried to reach the summit,
but something unforeseen has always hindered
me. One time it was a deer which broke
the silence with an unexpected leap, another
time a hare, which resembled no hare which I
had ever seen, and yet another time a magpie
with its deafening chatter. But on the last
morning, the day before my departure, I pressed
in spite of all hindrances through the dark
melancholy pine wood up to the summit, whence
I obtained a splendid view of the valley of the
Danube and the Styrian Alps. I breathe freely
for the first time now that I have at last emerged
from the gloomy, funnel-shaped valley below.
The sun illuminates the landscape to the farthest
horizon, and the white crests of the Alps melt
into the clouds. The whole scene is one of
heavenly beauty. Does the earth comprise at
the same time heaven and hell, and is there no
other place of punishment and reward? Perhaps.
Certainly, the most beautiful moments
of my life seem to me heavenly, and the worst,
hellish. Has the future still in reserve for me
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