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By E. T. A. Hoffman. NATHANAEL TO LOTHAIR. I know you are all very uneasy because I have not written for such a long, long time. Mother, to be sure, is angry, . The Sandman is coming, I can see.” And certainly on all these occasions I heard something with a heavy, slow step go bouncing up the stairs. That I thought. E.T.A. Hoffmann has to be one of my favourite authors and The Sandman is one of my favourite of Hoffmann’s stories, it is also the most famous.

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Would it strike anyone as so very suspicious, for asndman, that, according to the expression of an elegant tea-ite, Olympia had, contrary to all usage, sneezed oftener than she had yawned?

As he returned to his lodging, however, he perceived a great bustle in Spalanzani’s house. In his letter Nathaniel reveals that his recent visitor was Coppelius, or so he believes. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here Nathaniel stretched out his hand to him. Well,this delightful little short story, along with my fascination with myths and legends, f me Googling. Let me tell you that I yesterday asked our neighbor, the apothecary, whether such a sudden and fatal explosion was possible in these chemical experiments?

Der Sandmann by E.T.A. Hoffmann

For the quiet, scarcely suppressed laughter which arose among the young people in every corner was manifestly directed towards Olympia, whom they followed with very curious glances – one could not tell why. Hoffman letters and Lothaire’s sandmn to his hands during the search; but he flung them aside indifferently, found the ring, pocketed it and hastened over to Olympia.

This professor is a strange fellow – a little round man with high cheek-bones, a sharp nose, pouting lips and little, piercing eyes. He was even talking cheerfully, as in the old days, about pleasant matters, which caused Clara to remark: I was looking forward to it.

‘The Sandman’ by E.T.A. Hoffmann | Intermittencies of the Mind

We find your Olympia quite uncanny, and prefer to have nothing to do with her. She might pass for beautiful if her glance were not so utterly without a ray of life – without the power of vision.


Nathanael dances with her repeatedly, awed by her perfect rhythm, and eventually tells her of his passion for her, to which Olimpia replies only “Ah, ah! Nathaniel did not hear this without secret anger. He wrote that story. The somewhat strange arch of her back and the wasp-like thinness of her waist seemed to be produced zandman too tight lacing.

Nel tuo infantile sentire lo spaventoso uomo della sabbia della favola si riallacciava naturalmente al vecchio Coppelius che, anche se tu non avessi creduto all’esistenza dell’uomo della sabbia, sarebbe sempre rimasto per te uno spirito maligno particolarmente dannoso ai bambini, assimilabile ad uno spirito cattivo. Yet an unconquerable fear prevented me from asking my father about it.

Durch die vielen gruseligen Motive, von denen einige immer noch Horror-Geschichten und Filme heutzutage bestimmen, wirkt das Buch sehr zeitlos und modern. Remarkably modern-feeling in theme, probably because lately we’ve had quite a few writers harking back to this kind of story.

Such, however, is not the case. He is haunted by the dark memories and the malevolent figure of Coppelius, who murdered his father. Calmed I am not, and though you and Clara f consider me a gloomy visionary, I cannot get rid of the impression which the accursed face of Coppelius makes upon me. Nathaniel tries to convince Clara that Copellius is an evil force but Clara is not convinced and tries to get Nathaniel to banish such thoughts from his mind. Hoffman shows a vivid imagination, and his prose caused me to become involved in the story to a level in which I was quite worried about how the story would conclude.

The Sandman (short story)

Her playing and her singing keep the same unpleasantly correct and spiritless time as a musical box, and the same may be said of her dancing. About the title story only Therefore I do not write to her today. The work of a genius! With which he ran off; Clara, deeply offended, shed bitter tears, and sobbed aloud: Professor Spalanzani strode through the empty hall, his steps caused a hollow echo, and his figure, round which a flickering shadow played, had a fearful, spectral appearance.


All that referred to Coppelius was kept a secret from his mother. Pechorin’s Journal A literary blog. It started with the letters written to Nathaniel’s friend Lothar. Nathaniel mechanically put his hand into his breast pocket – he found Coppola’s telescope, and pointed it to one side. During the following days, he visits Olimpia repeatedly, reading her the poems and mysticism that had so bored Clara, and Olimpia listens to it all and replies only “Ah, ah!

Only the poetical mind is asndman to its like in others. Einige Szenen konnten mich immer wieder gruseln – obwohl das Buch nun schon Jahre alt ist. He could restrain himself no longer, but with mingled pain and rapture shouted out, ‘Olympia! Clara had overheard the violent dispute and, seeing the fencing-master bring the rapiers at dawn, guessed what was to occur.

Nathaniel felt as though a heavy and oppressive burden had been rolled away, as though by resisting the dark power that held him fast he had saved his whole being, which had been threatened with annihilation.

The curtain was drawn close before the fatal room, and he could see Olympia no longer, nor could he upon the next day or the next, although he scarcely ever left his hofgmann and constantly hiffmann through Coppola’s glass.

I think it is the way this story is written that compromises my passion and liking for it. Spalanzani, as already stated, was obliged to decamp, to escape a criminal prosecution for fraudulently introducing an automaton into human society.

But all around me became black, a sudden cramp darted through my bones and ee – and I lost consciousness. As my old father stooped down to the fire, he looked quite another man.