The Short Stories. Frederick Schiller

      Not long after, G. saw himself again in the full possession of all his previous dignities, and the Prince, overcoming his inner antipathy, gave him a glowing compensation for his past ordeal. But by doing so, he could still not give back to G. the heart which he prevented for always to enjoy life fully! Could he give him back the years of hope, or could he make the greying old man think again about a happiness which only by far could compensate him for the rob which the Prince has done to the younger man?

      G. enjoyed still this ardent evening of his life for nineteen years. Neither the destinies he received, nor the long years of ban have dampened in him the fire of passion, or could totally darken the joviality of his spirit. In his seventies, he would still try to run after the shadow of a good which he has possessed really in his twenties.

      He died, finally, as commander of the fortress of *** where state prisoners would be kept. People would expect that he would show to these prisoners a humanity which value he must have learned to appreciate; but he acted brutally and arbitrarily with them, and an outburst of rage against one of them hit him to the coffin in his eightieth year.