When we were sitting in my room
together, and another visitor happened to be there, I positively
suffered over the sacrifice of an hour's enjoyment and when Lange got up
to go, I felt as though a window had been slammed to, and the fresh air
shut out.
II.
I had for a long time pursued my non-juridic studies as well as I could
without the assistance of a teacher. But I had felt the want of one. And
when a newly appointed docent at the University, Professor H. Broechner,
offered instruction in the study of Philosophy to any who cared to
present themselves at his house at certain hours, I had felt strongly
tempted to take advantage of his offer. I hesitated for some time, for I
was unwilling to give up the least portion of my precious freedom; I
enjoyed my retirement, the mystery of my modest life of study, but on
the other hand I could not grapple with Plato and Aristotle without the
hints of a competent guide as to the why and wherefore.
I was greatly excited. I had heard Professor Broechner speak on
Psychology, but his diction was handled with such painful care, was so
monotonous and sounded so strange, that it could not fail to alarm. It
was only the professor's distinguished and handsome face that attracted
me, and in particular his large, sorrowful eyes, with their beautiful
expression, in which one read a life of deep research--and tears.
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