Umherirren in der Stadt
aus Werken von Robert Louis Stevenson – Links
|A Lodging for the Night|
|„It was a chance. It was worth trying at least, and he
would go and see.
On the way, two little accidents happened to him which colored his musings in a very different manner. For, first, he fell in with the track of a patrol, and walked in it for some yards, although it lay out of his direction. And this spirited him up; at least he had confused his trail; for he was still possessed with the idea of people tracking him all about Paris over the snow, and collaring him next morning before he was awake. The other matter affected him very differently. He passed a street corner, where, not so long before, a woman and her child had been devoured by wolves. This was just the kind of weather, he reflected, when wolves might take it into their heads to enter Paris again; and a lone man in these deserted streets would run the chance of something worse than a mere scare. He stopped and looked upon the place with unpleasant interest–––it was a centre where several lanes intersected each other; and he looked down them all one after another, and held his breath to listen, lest he should detect some galloping black things on the snow or hear the sound of howling between him and the river. He remembered his mother telling him the story and pointing out the spot, while he was yet a child. His mother! If he only knew where she lived, he might make sure at least of shelter. He determined he would inquire upon the morrow: nay, he would go and see her, too, poor old girl! So thinking, he arrived at his destination–––his last hope for the night.“ (S. 195)
|The Sire de Malétroit's Door|
|„The wind had fallen again in the meanwhile; the night was as black
as the grave; not a star, nor a glimmer of moonshine, slipped through
the canopy of cloud. Denis was ill-acquainted with the intricate lanes
of Chateau Landon; even by daylight he had found some trouble in
picking his way; and in this absolute darkness he soon lost it
altogether. He was certain of one thing only - to keep mounting the
hill; for his friend's house lay at the lower end, or tail, of Chateau
Landon, while the inn was up at the head, under the great church spire.
With this clue to go upon he stumbled and groped forward, now breathing
more freely in open places where there was a good slice of sky
overhead, now feeling along the wall in stifling closes. It is an eerie
and mysterious position to be thus submerged in opaque blackness in an
almost unknown town. The silence is terrifying in its possibilities.
The touch of cold window bars to the exploring hand startles the man
like the touch of a toad; the inequalities of the pavement shake his
heart into his mouth; a piece of denser darkness threatens an ambuscade
or a chasm in the pathway; and where the air is brighter, the houses
put on strange and bewildering appearances, as if to lead him farther
from his way. For Denis, who had to regain his inn without attracting
notice, there was real danger as well as mere discomfort in the walk;
and he went warily and boldly at once, and at every corner paused to
make an observation.
He had been for some time threading a lane so narrow that he could touch a wall with either hand, when it began to open out and go sharply downward. Plainly this lay no longer in the direction of his inn; but the hope of a little more light tempted him forward to reconnoitre. The lane ended in a terrace with a bartizan wall, which gave an out-look between high houses, as out of an embrasure, into the valley lying dark and formless several hundred feet below. Denis looked down, and could discern a few tree-tops waving and a single speck of brightness where the river ran across a weir. The weather was clearing up, and the sky had lightened, so as to show the outline of the heavier clouds and the dark margin of the hills.“ (S. 206-207)
|Motiv: Umherirren in der Stadt in der Literatur|
|Robert Louis Stevenson|
|The Complete Stories of Robert Louis Stevenson|