The Louvre and
the Luxembourg, the Theatre Francais and the Gymnase were immense
treasuries that tempted me. In the Autumn of 1866, when Gabriel Sibbern
started to Paris, somewhat before I myself could get away, my last words
to him: "Till we meet again in the Holy City!" were by no means a jest.
II.
Before I could start, I had to finish the pamphlet which, with Sibbern's
help, I had written against Nielsen's adjustment of the split between
Protestant orthodoxy and the scientific view of the universe, and which
I had called _Dualism in our Modern Philosophy_. I was not troubled
with any misgivings as to how I should get the book published. As long
ago as 1864 a polite, smiling, kindly man, who introduced himself to me
as Frederik Hegel, the bookseller, had knocked at the door of my little
room and asked me to let him print the essay which I had written for my
Master of Arts examination, and if possible he would also like the paper
which had won the University gold medal; and in fact, anything else I
might wish published. To my amazed reply that those essays were not
worth publishing, and that in general I did not consider what I wrote
sufficiently mature for publication, Hegel had first suggested that I
should leave that question to the publisher, and then, when he saw that
my refusal was honestly meant, had simply asked me to take my work to
him when I myself considered that the moment had arrived.
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