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Here is now, (January 1856) my opinion of Goethe:
He is the most profound reviewer of
Life known.—To him life, things, the
mind, death, people, are all studies,
dissections, exhibitions.—These departments
he enters upon in modes not comparable
with any previous excellence, but with
unequalled grandeur and coolness and depth of pen‑
etration.—In the work of As a critic he
stands apart from all men, and criticises
them.—He is the first great critic,
and the fountain of modern criticism.—
Yet Goethe will never be dear
to men well beloved of his fellows..— Perhaps he knows too much.
I can fancy him not being dear to well beloved of
Nature for the same reason.—A
calm and mighty person whose anatomical
considerations of the body are not
enclosed by superior considerations, makes
the perfect surgeon and operator upon
the body upon all occasions.—So Goethe
operates well upon the world....his office
is great....what indeed is greater?—He shall
have the respect and admiration of the whole.—
There is however what he cannot have from
Carlyle vaunts him as having [illegible] showing that
^a man can live even these days as "an antique worthy."—
This ^vaunt Goethe deserved—he is indeed
a cultivated German aristocrat,
^physically inextricable from his age and position,
but morally bent to the Attic spirit
and its occasions two thousand and
more years ago;—That is his he;
and such are his productions.—
All tThe assumption that Goethe
passed through the first stage
of darkness and complaint, to
the second stage of consideration
and knowledge.—and thence to the
third stage of triumph and
faith—this assumption, in the
cannot pass, and remain permanently cannot stand
amid the accepted judgments of the
soul.—He Goethe's was the faith
of a physical well‑being,—a good digestion and appetite—it
was not the faith of phro ^the masters, poets,
prophets, divine persons.—Of sSuch
faith he perhaps came near, and
saw the artistical beauty of,—perhaps
fancied he had it—but he never
had it—