“I have heard affirmed (surely in jest),” observes he elsewhere, “by not unphilanthropic persons, that it were a real increase of human happiness, could all young men from the age of nineteen be covered under barrels, or rendered otherwise invisible; and there left to follow their lawful studies and callings, till they emerged, sadder and wiser, at the age of twenty-five.  With which suggestion, at least as considered in the light of a practical scheme, I need scarcely say that I nowise coincide.  Nevertheless it is plausibly urged that, as young ladies (Madchen) are, to mankind, precisely the most delightful in those years; so young gentlemen (Bubchen) do then attain their maximum of detestability.  Such gawks (Gecken) are they, and foolish peacocks, and yet with such a vulturous hunger for self-indulgence; so obstinate, obstreperous, vain-glorious; in all senses, so froward and so forward.  No mortal’s endeavor or attainment will, in the smallest, content the as yet unendeavoring, unattaining young gentleman; but he could make it all infinitely better, were it worthy of him.  Life everywhere is the most manageable matter, simple as a question in the Rule-of-Three:  multiply your second and third term together, divide the product by the first, and your quotient will be the answer,—­which you are but an ass if you cannot come at.  The booby has not yet found out, by any trial, that, do what one will, there is ever a cursed fraction, oftenest a decimal repeater, and no net integer quotient so much as to be thought of.”

In which passage does not there lie an implied confession that Teufelsdrockh himself, besides his outward obstructions, had an inward, still greater, to contend with; namely, a certain temporary, youthful, yet still afflictive derangement of head?  Alas, on the former side alone, his case was hard enough.  “It continues ever true,” says he, “that Saturn, or Chronos, or what we call TIME, devours all his Children:  only by incessant Running, by incessant Working, may you (for some threescore-and-ten years) escape him; and you too he devours at last.  Can any Sovereign, or Holy Alliance of Sovereigns, bid Time stand still; even in thought, shake themselves free of Time?  Our whole terrestrial being is based on Time, and built of Time; it is wholly a Movement, a Time-impulse; Time is the author of it, the material of it.  Hence also our Whole Duty, which is to move, to work,—­in the right direction.  Are not our Bodies and our Souls in continual movement, whether we will or not; in a continual Waste, requiring a continual Repair?  Utmost satisfaction of our whole outward and inward Wants were but satisfaction for a space of Time; thus, whatso we have done, is done, and for us annihilated, and ever must we go and do anew.  O Time-Spirit, how hast thou environed and imprisoned us, and sunk us so deep in thy troublous dim Time-Element, that only in lucid moments can so much as glimpses of our upper Azure Home be revealed