I had never yet written anything that the ordinary
reader could follow with pleasure, and I had likewise been obliged to
make use of a large number of abstruse philosophical words.
The proprietors of the _Illustrated Times_ offered me the reviewing
of the performances at the Royal Theatre in their paper, which had not
hitherto printed dramatic criticisms. I accepted the offer, because it
afforded me a wished-for opportunity of further shaking off the dust of
the schools. I could thus have practice with my pen, and get into touch
with a section of the reading public who, without caring for philosophy,
nevertheless had intellectual interests; and these articles were in
reality a vent for what I had at heart about this time touching matters
human and artistic. They were written in a more colloquial style than
anything I had written before, or than it was usual to write in Denmark
at that time, and they alternated sometimes with longer essays, such as
those on Andersen and Goldschmidt.
Regarded merely as dramatic criticisms, they were of little value. The
Royal Theatre, the period of whose zenith was nearly at an end, I cared
little for, and I was personally acquainted with next to none of the
actors, only meeting, at most, Phister and Adolf Rosenkilde and of
ladies, Soedring in society.
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