answer which fits everything you have said this afternoon, and which is the solution of the problem that has disquieted you so. Well, then! The solution is this, that you, just as you sit there, are simply an ordinary man."
"Am I?" he asked, collapsing a little.
"That is a cruel blow, isn't it? It must be. And there fore I will soften my sentence a little, for I can do so. You are an ordinary man astray, Tonio Kröger,—an erring commoner."
—Silence. Then he stood up resolutely and reached for hat and cane.
"I thank you, Lisaveta Ivanovna; now I can go home in peace. I am finished."
Toward autumn Tonio Kroger said to Lisaveta Ivanovna,
"Yes, I am going away now, Lisaveta; I must take an airing, and I am going off, going to take to the open."
"Well, how is it, Little Father, will it be your royal pleasure to return to Italy?"
"Good gracious, go on with your Italy, Lisaveta! Italy is indifferent to me to the point of contempt. It is a long time since I imagined I belonged there. Art, eh? Velvety blue sky, fiery wine, and sweet sensuality … In short, I don't like it. I resign. The whole bellezza makes me nervous. Nor I don't like all these frightfully lively human beings down there with their black animal eyes. None of the Romance peoples have any conscience in their eyes. … No, now I am going up to Denmark for a while."
"To Denmark?"
"Yes. And I promise myself benefit from it. Chance kept me from ever going there, close as I was to the boundary all through my youth, and yet I have always known and loved the place. I suppose I must have this affection for the north from my father, for my mother was really fonder of the bellezza, that is, provided she
