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CONCLUSION
detached itself from me to go its own way and then had stopped here. A
somethingthat had forgottenme, as one might leave behind an umbrellaor a
hat. This is meant figuratively,for I had intended to remainobjective.What
did he look like? I cannottell. He might have looked like the next man, for
one is not preparedtoday to look a strangeman into the eyes like that. I saw
nothing but these eyes! Even if one decided simply to look elsewhere, into
nothing into the future-I could not do it! That was, indeed, a strangelydis-
quieting experience. No matter what he might intend, I would show him
how insignificantI consideredhim. AccordinglyI began softly to whistle to
myself, acted carefree-and yet thought all the while and thought frantically:
if he would only stop staring at me like that. And the pain behind my ribs
become so strong, that I began to cry out despite myself-whereupon the
unknownman went away.
Perhaps the man behind the window pane was only a figment of the
imagination,not otherwise than the final catastrophewhich also exists only
in our imagination.That's one explanation.Even if it were false, it is never-
theless less distant from the truth than none at all. But it may also be this:
that this discrete information through the window pane was only meant to
convey that after all the world does not exist and revolve for one's own self.
Kokoschka: The Painter. 1926. Coll. Morton May, St. Louis. Photo: Curt Valentin.