and desire to bestow upon it a short and fleeting visit, I did
not hesitate to step in, with an obvious good grace, while I permitted myself of course
to consider that in me appeared far rather an inspector, or bookkeeper, a collector
of information, and a sensitive connoisseur, than a favorite and welcome, wealthy
book buyer and good client. In courteous, thoroughly circumspect tones, and choosing
understandably only the finest turns of speech, I inquired after the latest and best
in the field of belles-lettres. “May I,” I asked with diffidence, “take a moment to
acquaint myself with, and taste the qualities of, the most sterling and serious, and
at the same time of course also the most read and most quickly acknowledged and purchased,
reading matter? You would pledge me in high degree to unusual gratitude were you to
be so extremely kind as to lay generously before me that book which, as certainly
nobody can know so precisely as only you yourself, has found the highest place in
the estimation of the reading public, as well as that of the dreaded and thence doubtless
flatteringly circumvented critics, and which further-more has made them merry. You
cannot conceive how keen I am to learn at once which of all these books or works of
the pen piled high and put on show here is the favorite book in question, the sight
of which in all probability, as I must most energetically suppose, will make me at
once a joyous and enthusiastic purchaser. My longing to see the favorite author of
the cultivated world and his admired, thunderously applauded masterpiece, and, as
I said, probably also at once to buy the same, aches and ripples through my every
limb. May I most politely ask you to show me this most successful book, so that this
desire, which has seized my entire being, may acknowledge itself gratified, and cease
to trouble me?” “Certainly,” said the bookseller. He vanished out of eyeshot like
an arrow, to return the next instant to his anxious and interested client, bearing
indeed the most bought and read book of real enduring value in his hand. This delicious
fruit of the spirit he carried carefully and solemnly, as if carrying a relic charged
with sanctifying magic. His face was enraptured; his manner radiated the deepest awe;
and with that smile on his lips which only believers and those who are inspirited
to the deepest core can smile, he laid before me in the most winning way that which
he had brought.
I considered the book, and asked: “Could you swear that this is the most widely distributed
book of the year?”
“Without a doubt!”
“Could you insist that this is the book which one has to have read?”
“Unconditionally.”
“Is this book also definitely good?”
“What an utterly superfluous and inadmissible question.”
“Thank you very much,” said I cold-bloodedly, left the book which had been most absolutely
widely distributed because it had unconditionally to have been read, as I chose, where
it was, and softly withdrew, without wasting another word. “Uncultivated and ignorant
man!” shouted the bookseller after me, for he was most justifiably and deeply vexed.
But I let him have his say, and walked at my ease on my way, which, to be accurate,
as I shall at once discuss and expound more closely, led into the next stately banking
establishment.
The very place I wished to inquire at and receive reliable information about certain
securities. “To hop into a money institute, just in passing,” I mused, or said to
myself, “in order to manage one’s financial affairs, and to produce questions, which
one utters in no more than a whisper, is pleasant, and looks uncommonly good.”
“It is good and wonderfully convenient that you come to us in person,” the responsible
official at the counter said to me, in a very friendly tone, and he proceeded with
an almost knavish, at any rate very charming and gay smile,