In the meantime, however, our Zurich circle was enriched by all kinds of additions from without, mainly due to the political shipwrecks.  On my return, in January, 1850, I had already found Adolph Kolatschek, a plain, though not unprepossessing-looking man, though he was a bit of a bore.  He imagined himself born to be an editor, and had founded a German monthly magazine, which was to open a field for those who had been outwardly conquered in the recent movements to continue their fight in the inner realm of the spirit.  I felt almost flattered at being picked out by him as an author, and being informed that ‘a power like mine’ ought not to be absent from a union of spiritual forces such as was to be established by his enterprise.  I had previously sent him from Paris my treatise on Kunst und Klima; and he now gladly accepted some fairly long extracts from my still unpublished Oper und Drama, for which he moreover paid me a handsome fee.  This man made an indelible impression on my mind as the only instance I have met of a really tactful editor.  He once handed me the manuscript of a review on my Kunstwerk der Zukunft, written by a certain Herr Palleske, to read, saying that he would not print it without my express consent, though he did not press me to give it.  It was a superficial article, without any true comprehension of the subject, and couched in most arrogant terms.  I felt that if it appeared in this particular journal it would certainly demand inconvenient and wearisome rejoinders from me, in which I should have to restate my original thesis.  As I was by no means inclined to enter upon such a controversy, I agreed to Kolatschek’s proposal, and suggested that he had better return the manuscript to its author for publication elsewhere.

Through Kolatschek I also learned to know Reinhold Solger, a really excellent and interesting man.  But it did not suit his restless and adventurous spirit to remain cooped up in the small and narrow Swiss world of Zurich, so that he soon left us and went to North America, where I heard that he went about giving lectures and denouncing the political situation in Europe.  It was a pity that this talented man never succeeded in making a name for himself by more important work.  His contributions to our monthly journal, during the brief term of his stay in Zurich, were certainly among the best ever written on these topics by a German.

In the new year, 1851, Georg Herwegh also joined us, and I was delighted to meet him one day at Kolatschek’s lodgings.  The vicissitudes which had brought him to Zurich came to my knowledge afterwards in a somewhat offensive and aggressive manner.  For the present, Herwegh put on an aristocratic swagger and gave himself the airs of a delicately nurtured and luxurious son of his times, to which a fairly liberal interpolation of French expletives at least added a certain distinction.  Nevertheless, there was something about his person, with his quick, flashing