[443W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 211]
[P. 211] “A ring the Swan-maid gave to Wieland: this must he never let her win back from him; for greatly as she loved him, she had not lost her yearning for her ancient Freedom, for wind-borne passage to her happy island home; and this ring it was, that gave her strength to wing her flight.” [443W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 211]
[444W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 211-212]
[P. 211] There was a King, Neiding (Envy) by name, who had heard much talk of Wieland’s skill; he burned to trap the Smith, that henceforth he might work for him alone. (…)
Set down in Neiding’s court, Wieland must hammer for the King all kinds of objects, useful, strong, and durable: harness, tools, and armour, by aid of which the King might broaden-out his realm. But since, for such a labour, Neiding must loose the captive’s bonds, his care was how to leave his body free to move, yet hinder him from flight: and so he craftily bethought him of severing the sinews of poor Wieland’s feet. (…)
Thus sate he then, in all his misery, the art-rich Wieland, the one-time blithesome wonder-smith: crippled, behind his anvil, at which he now must slave to swell his master’s wealth; limping, lamed, and loathly, whene’er he strove to [P. 212] stand erect! [444W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 211-212]
[445W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 212-213]
[P. 212] {FEUER} “Then Want itself bent down its mighty pinions above the tortured Wieland’s breast, and fanned its inspiration about his thoughtful brow. From Want, from terrible, all-powerful Want, the fettered artist learnt to mould what no man’s mind had yet conceived. Wieland found it: found how to forge him WINGS. Wings whereon to mount aloft to wreak revenge on his tormentor, -- Wings, to soar through Heaven’s distance to the blessed island of his Wife! – He did it: he fulfilled the task that utmost Want had set [P. 213] within him. Borne on the work of his own Art, he flew aloft; he rained his deadly shafts into King Neiding’s heart; -- he flung himself in blissful, daring flight athwart the winds, to where he found the loved one of his youth.” [445W-{9-12/49} The Artwork of the Future: PW Vol. I, p. 212-213]
[446W-{2/50} Art and Climate: PW Vol. I, p. 251-252]
[P. 251] {FEUER} “Just as we know that there are heavenly bodies which have not as yet, or never will have, attained the birth of those conditions fundamentally necessary to the existence of human beings: so do we know that at one time our own Earth, also, had not as yet evolved such attributes. (…) Only where this ‘Climate’ resolves the fixed and all-dominating uniformity of its influence into a [P. 252] pliant chain of broken contrasts, do we see arise that infinitely manifold series of organic creations whose highest grade is conscience-gifted Man.” [446W-{2/50} Art and Climate: PW Vol. I, p. 251-252]
