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"Beethoven was one. His music expresses his own feelings and yearnings. Beethoven was in a sense a 'free' artist--unlike the Baroque masters such as Bach and Handel, who composed their works to the glory of God, mostly in strict musical forms."bittorrent apk versions"I only know the Moonlight Sonata and the Fifth Symphony."
"But you know how romantic the Moonlight Sonata is, and you can hear how dramatically Beethoven expresses himself in the Fifth Symphony.""You said the Renaissance humanists were individualists too.""Yes. There were many similarities between the Renaissance and Romanticism. A typical one was the importance of art to human cognition. Kant made a considerable contribution here as well. In his aesthetics he investigated what happens when we are overwhelmed by beauty--in a work of art, for instance. When we abandon ourselves to a work of art with no other intention than the aesthetic experience itself, we are brought closer to an experience of 'das Ding an sich.' ""So the artist can provide something philosophers can't express?""That was the view of the Romantics. According to Kant, the artist plays freely on his faculty of cognition. The German poet Schiller developed Kant's thought further. He wrote that the activity of the artist is like playing, and man is only free when he plays, because then he makes up his own rules. The Romantics believed that only art could bring us closer to 'the inexpressible.' Some went as far as to compare the artist to God."
"Because the artist creates his own reality the way God created the world.""It was said that the artist had a 'universe-creating imagination.' In his transports of artistic rapture he could sense the dissolving of the boundary between dream and reality.Sophie helped herself to a banana. Alberto took a green apple.
She broke off the top of the banana and began to peel it."There's something written here," she said suddenly."Where?""Here--inside the banana peel. It looks as if it was written with an ink brush."
Sophie leaned over and showed Alberto the banana. He read aloud:Here I am again, Hilde. I'm everywhere. Happy birthday!
"Very funny," said Sophie."He gets more crafty all the time.""But it's impossible ... isn't it? Do you know if they grow bananas in Lebanon?"Alberto shook his head.
"I'm certainly not going to eat that.""Leave it then. Someone who writes birthday greetings to his daughter on the inside of an unpeeled banana must be mentally disturbed. But he must also be quite ingenious.""Yes, both.""So shall we establish here and now that Hilde has an ingenious father? In other words, he's not so stupid."
"That's what I've been telling you. And it could just as well be him that made you call me Hilde last time I came here. Maybe he's the one putting all the words in our mouths.""Nothing can be ruled out. But we should doubt everything."
"For all we know, our entire life could be a dream.""But let's not jump to conclusions. There could be a simpler explanation."
"Well whatever, I have to hurry home. My mom is waiting for me."Alberto saw her to the door. As she left, he said:"We'll meet again, dear Hilde."Then the door closed behind her.LOCKE as hare and empty as a blackboard before the teacher arrives
Sophie arrived home at eight-thirty. That was one and a half hours after the agreement--which was not really an agreement. She had simply skipped dinner and left a message for her mother that she would be back not later than seven."This has got to stop, Sophie. I had to call information and ask if they had any record of anyone named Alberto in the Old Town. They laughed at me."
"I couldn't get away. I think we're just about to make a breakthrough in a huge mystery.""Nonsense!"
"It's true!""Did you invite him to your party?"
"Oh no, I forgot.""Well, now I insist on meeting him. Tomorrow at the latest. It's not natural for a young girl to be meeting an older man like this.""You've got no reason to be scared of Alberto. It may be worse with Hilde's father.""Who's Hilde?"
"The daughter of the man in Lebanon. He's really bad. He may be controlling the whole world.""If you don't immediately introduce me to your Alberto, I won't allow you to see him again. I won't feel easy about him until I at least know what he looks like."
Sophie had a brilliant idea and dashed up to her room."What's the matter with you now?" her mother called after her.
In a flash Sophie was back again."In a minute you'll see what he looks like. And then I hope you'll let me be."
She waved the video cassette and went over to the VCR."Did he give you a video?""From Athens..."Pictures of the Acropolis soon appeared on the screen. Her mother sat dumbfounded as Alberto came forward and began to speak directly to Sophie.
Sophie now noticed something she had forgotten about. The Acropolis was crowded with tourists milling about in their respective groups. A small placard was being held up from the middle of one group. On it was written HILDE ... Alberto continued his wandering on the Acropolis. After a while he went down through the entrance and climbed to the Areopagos hill where Paul had addressed the Athenians. Then he went on to talk to Sophie from the square.Her mother sat commenting on the video in short utterances:
"Incredible... is that Alberto? He mentioned the rabbit again... But, yes, he's really talking to you, Sophie. I didn't know Paul went to Athens ..."The video was coming to the part where ancient Athens suddenly rises from the ruins. At the last minute Sophie managed to stop the tape. Now that she had shown her mother Alberto, there was no need to introduce her to Plato as well.
There was silence in the room."What do you think of him? He's quite good-looking, isn't he?" teased Sophie.