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      main body of reading of the young men at school in Sarajevo at that time

      consisted of works from the well-known and enormous German publishing

      list Reclams Universal-Bibliotek. These small, cheap booklets with yellow

      coversandexceptionallysmallprintwerethemainspiritualfoodavailabletothe

      students of that time; from them they could become acquainted not only with

      German literature, but with all the more important works in world literature in

      German translation. From them Galus drew his knowledge of modern German

      philosophers, especially Nietzsche and Stirner, and in his walks in Sarajevo

      alongthebanksoftheMiljačkaheldendlessdiscussionsaboutthemwithasort

      ofcoldpassion,innowaylinkinghisreadingwithhispersonallife,assomany

      youths often do. This type of young scholar just through his examinations,

      ripened too early and overloaded with all kinds of varied, chaotic and unco-

      ordinated knowledge, was not rare among the students of that time. A modest

      youthandagoodstudent,Galusknewthefreedomandtheunrestraintofyouth

      onlyinthedaringofhisthoughtsandtheexaggerationsofhisreading.

      Fehim Bahtijarević was a townsman on his mother's side only. His father had

      beenborninRogaticaandwasnow kadi(Moslemjudge)there,buthismother

      was from the great local family of Osmanagić. From his earliest childhood he

      had passed a part of the summer vacation in the town with his mother and her

      relatives. He was a slender youth, graceful and well formed, fine-boned but strong.Everythingabouthimwasmeasured,restrained,controlled.Thefineoval

      of his face was sunburnt, his skin browned with light touches of a dark bluish

      shade,hismovementsfewandabrupt;hiseyeswereblackwithblueshadingsin

      the whites and his glance burning but without sparkle. He had thick eyebrows

      whichmet,andafineblackdownonhisupperlip.Suchfacesarereminiscentof

      Persianminiatures.

      Thatsummerhetoohadmatriculatedandhewasnowwaitingtogetastategrant

      tostudyorientallanguagesinVienna.

      The two young men were continuing some conversation begun earlier. The

      subject was Bahtijarević's choice of studies. Galus was proving to him that he

      wouldbemakingamistakeintakinguporientalstudies.IngeneralGalusspoke

      muchmore,andmoreanimatedly,thanhiscompanionforhewasaccustomedto

      belistenedtoand«tolaydownthelaw,whileBahtijarevićspokeshortly,likea

      man who has his own fixed ideas and feels no need to convince anyone else.

      Like most young men who have read much, Galus spoke with a naïve

      satisfaction in words, picturesque expressions and comparisons, and with a

      tendency to generalize, whereas Bahtijarević spoke dryly, curtly, almost

      indifferently.

      Hiddenintheshadowsandrecliningonthestoneseats,StikovićandGlasičanin

      remainedsilentasiftheyhadtacitlyagreedtolistentotheconversationoftheir

      twocomradesonthebridge.

      Finishingtheconversationaboutstudies,Galussaidbelligerently:

      'InthatyouMoslems,youbegs'sons,oftenmakeamistake.Disconcertedbythe

      newtimes,younolongerknowyourexactandrightfulplaceintheworld.Your

      love for everything oriental is only a contemporary expression of your "will to power"; for you the eastern way of life and thought is very closely bound up withasocialandlegalorderwhichwasthebasisofyourcenturiesoflordship.

      That is understandable. But it in no way means that you have any sense for

      orientalismasastudy.Youareorientalsbutyouaremakingamistakewhenyou

      thinkthatyouaretherebycalledupontobeorientalists.Ingeneralyouhavenot

      gotthecallingorthetrueinclinationforscience.'

      'Really!'

      'No, you haven't. And when I say that, I am not saying anything insulting or

      offensive.Onthecontrary.Youaretheonlynoblesinthiscountry,oraleastyou

      were; for centuries you have enlarged, confirmed and defended your privileges byswordandpen,legally,religiouslyandbyforceofarms;thathasmadeofyou

      typicalwarriors,administratorsandlandowners,andthatclassofmennowhere

      intheworldworriesaboutabstractsciencesbutleavesthemtothosewhohave

      nothing else and can do nothing else. The true studies for you are law and

      economics, for you are men of practical knowledge. Such are men from the

      rulingclasses,alwaysandeverywhere.'

      'Youmeanthatweshouldremainuneducated?'

      'No,itdoesnotmeanthat,butitmeansthatyoumustremainwhatyouareor,if

      youlike,whatyouhavebeen;youmust,fornoonecanbeatthesametimewhat

      heisandthecontraryofwhatheis.'

      'Butwearenolongerarulingclasstoday.Todayweareallequal,'Bahtijarević

      brokeinoncemorewithatouchofirony,inwhichwasbothbitternessandpride.

      'Youarenot,naturallyyouarenot.Theconditionswhichatonetimemadeyou

      what you were have changed long ago, but that does not mean that you can

      changewiththesamespeed.Thisisnotthefirst,norwillitbethelast,instance

      of a social caste losing its reason for existence and yet remaining the same.

      Conditionsoflifechangebutaclassremainswhatitis,foronlysocanitexist

      andassuchitwilldie.'

      The conversation of the two unseen youths broke off for a moment, stifled by

      Bahtijarević'ssilence.

      In the clear June sky, above the dark mountains on the horizon, the moon

      appeared. The white plaque with the Turkish inscription suddenly shone in the

      moonlight,likeadimlylitwindowintheblue-blackdarkness.

      Bahtijarevićthensaidsomething,butinsolowavoicethatonlydisjointedand

      incomprehensiblewordsreachedStikovićandGlasičanin.Assoofteninyoung

      men's discussions, in which changes of subject are rapid and bold, the

      conversation was now about another matter. From the study of oriental

      languages,theyhadnowpassedontothecontentoftheinscriptiononthewhite

      plaquebeforethemandtothebridgeandhewhohadbuiltit.

      Galus's voice was the louder and more expressive. While agreeing with

      Bahtijarević's praises of Mehmed Pasha Sokolović and the Turkish

      administration of his times, which had made possible the building of such a

      bridge, he now developed his nationalist views on the past and present of the

      people, their culture and civilization (for in such student discussions each followshisowntrainofthought).

      'Youareright,'saidGalus.'Hemusthavebeenamanofgenius.Hewasnotthe

      firstnorthelastmanofourbloodwhodistinguishedhimselfintheserviceofa

      foreign empire. We have given hundreds of such men, statesmen, generals and

      artists,toStambul,RomeandVienna.Thesenseofournationalunificationina

      single,greatandpowerfulmodernstateliesjustinthat.Ourownforcesshould


      remain in our own country and develop there and make their contribution to

      generalcultureinournameandnotfromforeigncentres.'

      'Doyoureallythinkthatthose"centres"arosebychanceandthatitispossibleto

      createnewonesatwillwheneverandwhereveronelikes?'

      'Chanceornot,thatisnolongerthequestion;itisnotimportanthowtheyarose,

      butitisimportantthattodaytheyaredisappearing,thattheyhavefloweredand

      decayed,thattheymustmakewayfornewanddifferentcentres,throughwhich

      youngandfreenations,appearingforthefirsttimeonthestageofhistory,can

      expressthemselvesdirectly.'

      'DoyouthinkthatMehmedPashaSokolović,hadheremainedapeasant'schild

      upthereyonderatSokolovići,wouldhavebecomewhathebecameandwould,

      amongotherthings,havebuiltthisbridge ton whichwearenowtalking?'

      'Inthosetimes,certainly,hewouldnot.But,whenyoucometothinkofit,itwas

      nothardforStambultoputupsuchbuildings,whenittookfromus,andfromso

      manyothersubjectpeoples,notonlypropertyandmoney,butalsoourbestmen

      andourpurestblood.Ifyoustoptothinkwhatweareandhowmuchhasbeen

      stolenfromusthroughthecenturies,thenallthesebuildingsaremerelycrumbs.

      But when we finally achieve our national freedom and our independence, then

      ourmoneyandourbloodwillbeoursalone,andwillstayours.Everythingwill

      besolelyanduniquelyfortheimprovementofourownnationalculture,which

      willbearourmarkandournameandwhichwillbemindfulofthehappinessand

      prosperityofallourpeople.'

      Bahtijarevićremainedsilent,andthatsilence,likethemostlivelyandeloquent

      speech, provoked Galus. He raised his voice and continued in a sharper tone.

      Withallhisnaturalvivacityandallthevocabularythenprevalentinnationalist

      literature, he set out the plans and aims of the revolutionary youth movement.

      Allthelivingforcesoftheracemustbeawakenedandsetinaction.Undertheir

      blows the Austro-Hungarian monarchy, that prison of the peoples, would

      disintegrate as the Turkish Empire had disintegrated. All the antinational and reactionaryforceswhichtodayhinder,divideandlulltosleepournationalforces

      willberoutedandtrampledunderfoot.Allthiscanbedone,forthespiritofthe

      times in which we live is our strongest ally, for all the efforts of all the other small and oppressed nations support us. Modern nationalism will triumph over

      religious diversities and outmoded prejudice, will liberate our people from

      foreigninfluenceandexploitation.Thenwillthenationalstatebeborn.

      Galus then described all the advantages and beauties of the new national state

      whichwas'torallyalltheSouthernSlavsaroundSerbiaasasortofPiedmonton

      the basis of complete national unity, religious tolerance and civil equality. His

      speech mixed up bold words of uncertain meaning and expressions that

      accuratelyexpressedtheneedsofmodernlife,thedeepestdesiresofarace,most

      of which were destined to remain only desires, and the justified and attainable

      demands of everyday reality. It mingled the great truths which had ripened

      through the generations but which only youth could perceive in advance and

      daretoexpress,withtheeternalillusionswhichareneverextinguishedbutnever

      attainrealization,foronegenerationofyouthhandsthemontothenextlikethat

      mythological torch. In the young man's speech there were, naturally, many

      assertions which could not have stood up to the criticism of reality and many

      suppositionswhichcouldnot,perhaps,havebornetheproofofexperience,but

      in it too was that freshness, that precious essence which maintains and

      rejuvenatesthetreeofhumanity.

      Bahtijarevićremainedsilent.

      'You will see, Fehim,' Galus enthusiastically assured his friend as if it were a

      matter of the same night or the next morning, 'you will see. We shall create a

      state which will make the most precious contribution to the progress of

      humanity, in which every effort will be blessed, every sacrifice holy, every

      thoughtoriginalandexpressedinourownwords,andeverydeedmarkedwith

      thestampofourname.Thenv/ewillcarryoutworkwhichwillbetheresultof

      our free labour and the expression of our racial genius, put up buildings in

      comparison with which all that has been done in the centuries of foreign

      administration will appear like silly toys. We will bridge greater rivers and

      deeperabysses.Wewillbuildnew,greaterandbetterbridges,nottolinkforeign

      centreswithconqueredlandsbuttolinkourownlandswiththerestoftheworld.

      There cannot be any doubt any longer. We are destined to realize all that the

      generationsbefore us have aspired to; a state, born in freedom and founded on

      justice,likeapartofGod'sthoughtrealizedhereonearth.'

      Bahtijarević remained silent. Even Galus's voice lowered in tone. As his ideas becamemoreexalted,hisvoicebecamelowerandlower,hoarserandhoarser,till

      it became a strong and passionate whisper and was finally lost in the great

      silence of the night. At last both young men were silent. But none the less

      Bahtijarević's silence seemed a thing apart, heavy and obstinate in the night. It

      seemedlikeanimpassablewallinthedarknesswhichbytheveryweightofits

      existenceresolutelyrejectedallthattheotherhadsaid,andexpresseditsdumb,

      clearandunalterableopinion.

      Thefoundationsoftheworldandthebasesoflifeandhumanrelationshipsinit

      havebeenfixedforcenturies.Thatdoesnotmeanthattheydonotchange,but

      measured by the length of human existence they appear eternal. The relation

      between their endurance and the length of human existence is the same as the

      relation between the uneasy, moving and swift surface of a river and its stable

      and solid bed whose changes are slow and imperceptible. The very idea of the

      change of these 'centres' is unhealthy and unacceptable. That would be as if

      someonewishedtochangeandmeasurethesourcesofgreatriversorthesitesof

      mountains.Thedesireforsuddenchangesandthethoughtoftheirrealizationby

      forceoftenappearsamongmenlikeadiseaseandgainsgroundmainlyinyoung

      brains;onlythesebrainsdonotthinkastheyshould,donotamounttoanything

      in the end and the heads that think thus do not remain long on their shoulders.

      Foritisnothumandesiresthatdisposeandadministerthethingsoftheworld.

      Desire is like a wind; it shifts the dust from one place to another, sometimes

      darkens the whole horizon, but in the end calms down and falls and leaves the

      oldandeternalpictureoftheworld.Lastingdeedsarerealizedonthisearthonly

      byGod'swill,andmanisonlyHisblindandhumbletool.Adeedwhichisborn

      ofdesire,humandesire,eitherdoesnotlivetil
    lrealizationorisnotlasting;inno

      caseisthatgood.Allthesetumultuousdesiresanddaringwordsunderthenight

      skyonthe kapia willnotchangeanythingbasically;theywillpass,beneaththe

      greatandpermanentrealitiesoftheworldandwillbelostwherealldesiresand

      winds are stilled. In truth great men and great buildings rise and will rise only where they are appointed to arise in God's thought, in their right place

      independentofemptytransientdesiresandhumanvanity.'

      ButBahtijarevićdidnotutterasingleoneofthesewords.Thosewho,likethis

      Moslemyouthofnoblefamily,carrytheirphilosophyintheirblood,liveanddie

      accordingtoit,donotknowhowtoexpressitinwords,orfeeltheneedtodoso.

      AfterthislongsilenceStikovićandGlasičaninonlysawoneorotherofthepair

      of unseen comrades throw a cigarette stub over the parapet and watched it fall

      likeashootingstarinagreatcurvefromthebridgeintotheDrina.Atthesame time they heard the two friends slowly and softly moving away towards the

      marketplace.Thesoundoftheirfootstepswassoonlost.

      Aloneoncemore,StikovićandGlasičaninstartedandlookedatoneanotheras

      thoughtheyhadonlyjustmet.

      In the pale moonlight their faces showed in bright and dark surfaces sharply

      defined,sothattheyseemedmucholderthaninfacttheywere.Theglowfrom

      their cigarettes had a sort of phosphorescence. Both were depressed. Their

      reasonswerequitedifferent,butthedepressionwasmutual.Bothhadthesame

      wish;togetupandgohome.Butbothseemedasifnailedtothestoneseatsstill

      warmfromtheday'ssunlight.Theconversationofthatpairofyoungcomrades

      whichtheybychanceoverheardhadbeenwelcometothemasapostponement

      oftheirownconversationandmutualexplanation.Butnowitcouldnolongerbe

      avoided.

      'Did you hear Herak and his arguments?' Stiković spoke first, referring to the

      evening'sdiscussion,andatoncefelttheweaknessofhisposition.

      Glasičanin, who for his part felt the momentary advantage of his position as

      arbiter,didnotreplyatonce.

     


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