"I cannot better express my happiness.

Language is too feeble--too poor!" "If that is the case, then I will join you," said Goethe, throwing himself upon the carpet, rolling and tumbling about.

[Footnote: This scene which I relate, and which Teichman also mentions in his "Leaves of Memory of Goethe in Berlin," has been often related to me by Ludwig Tieck exactly in this manner.

Teichman believes it was the poet Burman.
But I remember distinctly that Ludwig Tieck told me that it was the eccentric savant, Philip Moritz, with whom Goethe made the acquaintance in this original manner .-- The Authoress.] All at once Moritz jumped up without saying a word, rushed to the wardrobe, dressed himself in modest attire in a few moments, and presented himself to Goethe, who rose from the carpet quite astounded at the sudden metamorphosis.

Then he seized his three-cornered hat to go out, when Goethe held him fast.
"You are not going into the street, sir! You forget that your hair is flying about as if unloosed by a divine madness." "Sir, people are quite accustomed to see me in a strange costume, and the most of them think me crazy." "You are aware that insane people believe that they only are sane, and that reasonable people are insane.