![]() ![]() ![]() The fact that I put the revolver down, picked it up and read the title was not the result of any curiosity or any secret desire to postpone death – my heart was empty. I heard a rustling at the door that leads out to the house stairs, and when I turned around I saw that something white was sliding under the edge of the door over the threshold into the room. ![]() Tomorrow will be the fortieth anniversary of this Assumption Day for me I sat in front of my desk in my bachelor’s room in Prague, put the farewell letter I had written to my mother in the envelope and picked up the revolver that was in front of me because I wanted to start the journey over the Styx, wanted to throw away a life that seemed to me to be stale and worthless and of no comfort for all the future.Īt that moment, “the pilot with the magic cap in front of his face”, as I have called him since then, stepped onto the boat of my life and snatched the steering wheel. I will start this book by telling about some incidents from my own life. In his autobiographical short story “Der Lotse” (The Pilot) he writes: Tired and disappointed he wanted to end his life in 1891. In 1889, together with the nephew of poet Christian Morgenstern, Meyrink established his own banking company, named “Meier & Morgenstern”. First at school which he attended in Munich, then Hamburg, and from 1883 onwards in Prague. Born in Vienna in 1868 as an illegitimate son of a baron and an actress, Meyrink did not get the best and easiest start in life. ![]()
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