I felt that if I could put into
it just a millionth part of their humiliation, and their
glory; their tragedy and their triumph; their sorrow, and
their grandeur; their persecution, their weldtschmerz.
Volkschmerz. That was it. And through it all, weaving in
and out, one great underlying motif. Indestructibility.
The great cry which says, `We cannot be destroyed!'"
He stood up, uncertainly. His eyes were blazing. He began
to walk up and down the luxurious little room. Fanny's eyes
matched his. She was staring at him, fascinated, trembling.
She moistened her lips a little with her tongue. "And
you've done it? Teddy! You've done--that!"
Theodore Brandeis stood up, very straight and tall. "Yes,"
he said, simply. "Yes, I've done that."
She came over to him then, and put her two hands on his
shoulders. "Ted--dear--will you ever forgive me? I'll try
to make up for it now. I didn't know. I've been blind.
Worse than blind. Criminal." She was weeping now, broken-
heartedly, and he was patting her with little comforting
love pats, and whispering words of tenderness.
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