the parents. Our author proclaims through the mouth of her infantile hero Chiwantopel a series of insults against her own family. We can assume that she must renounce all these tendencies, because they contain an unrecognized wish. This hero, of many words, who performs few deeds and indulges in futile yearnings, is the libido which has not fulfilled its destiny, but which turns round and round in the kingdom of the mother, and, in spite of all its longing, accomplishes nothing. Only he can break this magic circle who possesses the courage of the will to live and the heroism to carry it through. Could this yearning hero-youth, Chiwantopel, but put an end to his existence, he would probably rise again in the form of a brave man seeking real life. This necessity imposes itself upon the dreamer as a wise counsel and hint of the unconscious in the following monologue of Chiwantopel. He cries sadly:
"In all the world, there is not a single one! I have sought
among a hundred tribes. I have watched a hundred moons, since
I began. Can it be that there is not a solitary being who will
ever know my soul? Yes, by the sovereign God, yes! But ten
thousand moons will wax and wane before that pure soul is born.
And it is from another world that her parents will come to this
one. She will have pale skin and pale locks. She will know sorrow
before her mother bears her. Suffering will accompany her;
she will seek also, and she will find, no one who understands her.
Temptation will often assail her soul—but she will not yield.
In her dreams, I will come to her, and she will understand. I have
kept my body inviolate. I have come ten thousand moons before
her epoch, and she will come ten thousand moons too late. But
she will understand! There is only once in all the ten thousand
moons that a soul like hers is born."
