COSMIC IMPRESSIONISTS AND EPIC INFINITIES 245 harpooned whale*. In intent the tale satirizes (drastically!) Swiss polite society and cultural clubs (Pseuda is president of Idealia), and Spitteler romps over the remembered bitternesses of his early journalistic struggles when, after he had thrown off his parson's cassock and returned from a spell of tutoring in Russia, he wrote as Felix Tandem, This combative tone had already run riot in his volume of critical essays Lachende Wahrhelten (1898). MAX(IMILIAN) DAUTHENDEY (1867-1918) as a boy at Wiirzburg reminds one of Ferdinand FreiUgrath, Germany's classic of exotic poetry, who sat on a clerk's stool at Amsterdam dreaming of yellow African sands and lithe lions gliding to reeded lagoons to pounce on gazelle and giraffe; but before Dauthendey could begin to realize his dreams of the far away he had to serve seven years in the photographer's business of his father. His novel ILaub- menschen secured him his freedom, and the rest of his life was spent in travel the world over until he died at Java, where he had been interned, in 1918, shortly before the end of the War (his letters to his wife had been detained by the British censor but, when released, were published in 1930 as iMicb ruft dim Bild). He contributed to the first Fo/ge of Blatter fur du Kunst poems which al- ready have that reading of soul into colours (VerseelmgderFarben) which is his special mark. He wrote the poems of his first volume of verse, Ultra Vwktf1 (1893), on the Swedish coast, ignorant of the language of the country, in isolation which Rilke might have envied; and in this solitude, he says, 'Farbensangen und das Schn<eigen der scbwar^en Walder wurde tonende Wonmn. ... * His intense sensi- tiveness to impressions of nature - in the 'stiff light' and 'steel-blue silence' of the landscape-explains the extravagant melange des genres of his early verse: he makes perfumes and colours sing and sigh and lisp and winds burn. This experimental synaesthesia makes Dauthendey the most technically impressionist of his contempor- aries : as a trick rider he may ride his horse to death but in the history of literature he does as a colourist make a record. There is sometimes a magic of mood in his grouping of *satte Farbm*: Weinrot brennen Gewitterwinde, purpurblau der Seer and. Hya^infhentief die feme Kfiste. 1 The title is a reminiscence of X-rays, which were discovered at his native Wiirzburg.