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The aryan man is superior culturally, they are the founders of civilization Sieg Heil
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<blockquote data-quote="Naofumi" data-source="post: 47436" data-attributes="member: 39"><p>highest in the scale of attainment; but now that the big city had enlarged</p><p>his outlook, he looked upon the state official as the highest of all. With the</p><p>tenacity of one whom misery and suffering had already made 'old' while</p><p>still young, the 1 7-year-old stuck to his new project. He became a civil</p><p>servant. He was about 23 years old, I think, when he achieved his life's</p><p>dream. Thus he was able to fulfill the promise he had made as a poor boy,</p><p>to not return to his native village until he was a success.</p><p>He achieved his goal. But back in the village, there was no one who</p><p>remembered him as a little boy, and the village itself had become strange</p><p>to him.</p><p>Finally, when he was 56 years old, he retired. But he couldn't bear to</p><p>be idle for even a single day. On the outskirts of the small market town of</p><p>Lambach, in Upper Austria, he bought a farm and tilled it himself. Thus,</p><p>at the end of a long and hard-working career, he came back to the life that</p><p>his father had led.</p><p>1.1 THE YOUNG RINGLEADER</p><p>It was at this time that I first began to have ideals of my own. I spent a</p><p>good deal of time playing out in the open, on the long road from school,</p><p>and mixing up with some of the roughest boys, which caused my mother</p><p>many anxious moments. This made me something quite the opposite of a</p><p>stay-at-home. I gave scarcely any serious thought to the question of</p><p>choosing a vocation in life; but I certainly had no interest in the kind of</p><p>career that my father had followed.</p><p>I think that an inborn talent for speaking now began to develop in me,</p><p>during the more or less strenuous arguments with my friends. I became a</p><p>youthful ringleader, one who learned quickly at school but was rather</p><p>difficult to manage. In my free time, I practiced singing in the choir of the</p><p>monastery church at Lambach. I was well-situated to be emotionally</p><p>impressed again and again by the magnificent splendor of the church</p><p>ceremonies. It was natural for me to look upon the Abbot as representing</p><p>the highest human ideal worth striving for, just as the humble village priest</p><p>had appeared to my father in his day.</p><p>For awhile at least, that was this case. But my father didn't appreciate</p><p>my oratorical gifts as beneficial for a career, and so he naturally couldn't</p><p>understand my youthful ideas. This internal conflict made him feel</p><p>somewhat concerned.</p><p> </p><p>As it happened, my short-lived yearnings soon gave way to hopes that</p><p>were better suited to my temperament. Browsing through my father's</p><p>books, I happened to come across some publications that dealt with military</p><p>subjects. One of these was a popular history of the Franco-German War of</p><p>1 870-7 1 . It consisted of two volumes of an illustrated periodical dating</p><p>from those years. These became my favorite reading. Soon that great and</p><p>heroic conflict began to dominate my thinking. And from that time on, I</p><p>became more and more enthusiastic about everything that was at all</p><p>connected with war or military affairs.</p><p>But this story had a special significance for me on other grounds, too.</p><p>For the first time, and as yet in only quite a vague way, I began to think: Is</p><p>there a difference-and if so, what is it-between the Germans who fought</p><p>that war and the other Germans? Why didn't Austria also take part in it?</p><p>Why didn't my father and all the others fight in that struggle?</p><p>Are we not the same as other Germans?</p><p>Do we not all belong together? That was the first time that this problem</p><p>began to agitate my brain. And from the conclusions that I reached, I was</p><p>forced to accept the fact-though with a secret envy-that not all Germans</p><p>had the good luck to belong to Bismarck's Reich.</p><p>This was something that I couldn't understand.</p><p>1.2 'CHOICE' OF PROFESSION</p><p>It was decided that I should study.</p><p>Considering my whole personality, and especially my temperament,</p><p>my father decided that the classical subjects studied at the Gymnasium were</p><p>not suited to my natural talents. He thought that the Realschule would suit</p><p>me better. My obvious talent for drawing confirmed this for him; in his</p><p>opinion, drawing was a neglected subject in the Austrian Gymnasium.</p><p>Another likely factor was the memory of his own hard road, and this</p><p>contributed to him looking upon classical studies as unpractical;</p><p>accordingly, he set little value on them. At the back of his mind, he believed</p><p>that his son should also become a government official. Indeed, he had</p><p>decided on that career for me.</p><p>Due to the difficulties through which he had to struggle in his own case,</p><p>he overestimated what he had achieved. His success was exclusively the</p><p>result of his own indefatigable effort and energy. The characteristic pride</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Naofumi, post: 47436, member: 39"] highest in the scale of attainment; but now that the big city had enlarged his outlook, he looked upon the state official as the highest of all. With the tenacity of one whom misery and suffering had already made 'old' while still young, the 1 7-year-old stuck to his new project. He became a civil servant. He was about 23 years old, I think, when he achieved his life's dream. Thus he was able to fulfill the promise he had made as a poor boy, to not return to his native village until he was a success. He achieved his goal. But back in the village, there was no one who remembered him as a little boy, and the village itself had become strange to him. Finally, when he was 56 years old, he retired. But he couldn't bear to be idle for even a single day. On the outskirts of the small market town of Lambach, in Upper Austria, he bought a farm and tilled it himself. Thus, at the end of a long and hard-working career, he came back to the life that his father had led. 1.1 THE YOUNG RINGLEADER It was at this time that I first began to have ideals of my own. I spent a good deal of time playing out in the open, on the long road from school, and mixing up with some of the roughest boys, which caused my mother many anxious moments. This made me something quite the opposite of a stay-at-home. I gave scarcely any serious thought to the question of choosing a vocation in life; but I certainly had no interest in the kind of career that my father had followed. I think that an inborn talent for speaking now began to develop in me, during the more or less strenuous arguments with my friends. I became a youthful ringleader, one who learned quickly at school but was rather difficult to manage. In my free time, I practiced singing in the choir of the monastery church at Lambach. I was well-situated to be emotionally impressed again and again by the magnificent splendor of the church ceremonies. It was natural for me to look upon the Abbot as representing the highest human ideal worth striving for, just as the humble village priest had appeared to my father in his day. For awhile at least, that was this case. But my father didn't appreciate my oratorical gifts as beneficial for a career, and so he naturally couldn't understand my youthful ideas. This internal conflict made him feel somewhat concerned. As it happened, my short-lived yearnings soon gave way to hopes that were better suited to my temperament. Browsing through my father's books, I happened to come across some publications that dealt with military subjects. One of these was a popular history of the Franco-German War of 1 870-7 1 . It consisted of two volumes of an illustrated periodical dating from those years. These became my favorite reading. Soon that great and heroic conflict began to dominate my thinking. And from that time on, I became more and more enthusiastic about everything that was at all connected with war or military affairs. But this story had a special significance for me on other grounds, too. For the first time, and as yet in only quite a vague way, I began to think: Is there a difference-and if so, what is it-between the Germans who fought that war and the other Germans? Why didn't Austria also take part in it? Why didn't my father and all the others fight in that struggle? Are we not the same as other Germans? Do we not all belong together? That was the first time that this problem began to agitate my brain. And from the conclusions that I reached, I was forced to accept the fact-though with a secret envy-that not all Germans had the good luck to belong to Bismarck's Reich. This was something that I couldn't understand. 1.2 'CHOICE' OF PROFESSION It was decided that I should study. Considering my whole personality, and especially my temperament, my father decided that the classical subjects studied at the Gymnasium were not suited to my natural talents. He thought that the Realschule would suit me better. My obvious talent for drawing confirmed this for him; in his opinion, drawing was a neglected subject in the Austrian Gymnasium. Another likely factor was the memory of his own hard road, and this contributed to him looking upon classical studies as unpractical; accordingly, he set little value on them. At the back of his mind, he believed that his son should also become a government official. Indeed, he had decided on that career for me. Due to the difficulties through which he had to struggle in his own case, he overestimated what he had achieved. His success was exclusively the result of his own indefatigable effort and energy. The characteristic pride [/QUOTE]
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