Full resolution (JPEG) - On this page / på denna sida - XIV. Tribulations
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
Below is the raw OCR text
from the above scanned image.
Do you see an error? Proofread the page now!
Här nedan syns maskintolkade texten från faksimilbilden ovan.
Ser du något fel? Korrekturläs sidan nu!
This page has been proofread at least once.
(diff)
(history)
Denna sida har korrekturlästs minst en gång.
(skillnad)
(historik)
the doctor; he will talk to you about neurasthenia,
paranoia, angina pectoris, and stories
of that kind, but will never heal you. Whither,
then, will you go, all ye who, sleepless, wander
through street after street, waiting for the
dawn? “The mills of the universe,” “The mills
of God,” are two expressions in common use.
Have you had that roaring in your ears which
is like the noise of a water-wheel? Have you
in the solitude of night or in broad daylight
observed how memories of the past stir and
arise, singly or in groups? Memories of all
your faults, crimes, and follies which make your
ears tingle, your brows perspire, your spine
shudder? You re-live your life from your birth
to the present day, you suffer over again all the
sorrows you have endured; you empty again all
the cups which you have drunk to the dregs so
often; you crucify your skeleton when there is
no more flesh left to crucify; you consume your
soul when your heart is reduced to ashes!
You know all that?
Those are the “mills of God” which grind
slowly but exceeding small. You are ground to
powder, and think it is over. But no! You are
brought again to the mill. Be thankful! That
is hell upon earth, as Luther knew it, and
<< prev. page << föreg. sida << >> nästa sida >> next page >>
