Several people were standing by Rudolf, among them Dr. Kranich, holding his hand.Zeitblom's field is philology.
"What a horrible, senseless, irrational deed!" said he, pale in the face, but in his clear, scholarly, well-articulated, short-winded way of speaking. He said "hor-r-r-ible," as actors often pronounce it. He added that he had never more regretted not being a doctor instead of only a numismatist; and actually at that moment the knowledge of coins did seem to me the most futile of the branches of science, more futile even than philology, a position by no means easy to sustain.
"A peculiar anthologic maze, an amusing literary chaos, a farrago of quotations, a mere olla podrida of quaintness, a pot pourri of pleasant delites, a florilegium of elegant extracts, a tangled fardel of old-world flowers of thought, a faggot of odd fancies, quips, facetiae, loosely tied" (Holbrook Jackson, Anatomy of Bibliomania) by a "laudator temporis acti," a "praiser of time past" (Horace, Ars Poetica 173).
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Thursday, October 02, 2014
The Most Futile of the Branches of Science
In chapter XLII of Thomas Mann's novel Doctor Faustus: The Life of the German Composer Adrian Leverkühn, as Told by a Friend, Inez Institoris shoots and kills her former lover, the violinist Rudolf Schwerdtfeger, after a concert. In the words of the narrator and eyewitness to the crime, Serenus Zeitblom (tr. H.T. Lowe-Porter):