Note 54 — Chapter 4 Nick and the Sparrow Hills
Constance Garnett translation
Schiller’s poetry has not lost its influence on me. A few months ago I read Wallenstein, that titanic work, aloud to my son. The man who has lost his taste for Schiller has grown old or pedantic, has grown hard or forgotten himself. What is one to say of these precocious altkluge Burschen who know his defects so well at seventeen?