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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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rosy cheek under her white veil. I started at
once to conquer the enchantress. It looked at
first as if she might say yes, but when I tried to
pluck a few Edelweiss from the hem of her mantle
she suddenly got shy and went to hide herself
behind a cloud. Try as I might, I never
succeeded in approaching the beloved. The more I
advanced the further she seemed to draw away
from me. Soon a shroud of vapour and mist all
aglow with sunrays hid her entirely from our view
like the screen of fire and smoke that descends
round her virgin sister Brünnhilde in the last act
of the Walkyrie. An old witch whose business it
was to watch over the fair maiden like a jealous
old nurse, allured us further and further away
from our goal among desolated crags and yawning
precipices ready to engulf us at any moment.
Soon the guides declared they had lost their way
and that nothing remained but to return from
where we came and the sooner the better.
Defeated and lovesick, I was dragged down to
the valley again by the stout rope of my two
guides. No wonder I was downhearted, it was
the second time in that year I had been thrown
over by a young lady. But youth is a great
healer of heart wounds. With a little sleep and
a cool head one soon gets over them. Sleep I
got but little, but luckily I did not lose my head.
The following Sunday—I remember even the
date for it was my birthday—I smoked my pipe
on the top of Mont Blanc, where according to my
two guides most people hang out their tongues
gasping for breath. What happened that day I
have related elsewhere, but since the little book is

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