ABSTRACT
The monster is the “ego”, the execrable “ego* of the thankless and presumptuous egoist. It is this “ego” which renders us insensible to sweetest strains and to most pathetic melodies. This rampant being with its coarse and passionate uproar so silences all celestial music that we pass by the claims of Nature and are obsessed by material cares. Many imagine that it is sufficient to be lulled by the murmurs of the forest. Not at alll It is still necessary for Siegfried to exterminate the dragon Fafner. Thus only do we divine a new language, a language marvellously caressing and musical, a language lisped in a former existence, in the far-off fairy days of this world: the language of birds and beasts.
