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Title
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Ch. H. Kleukens: Fabeln: Ein Trostbüchlein
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Mainzer Druck Nr. 5
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Description
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This is a hardbound book (hard cover)
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Language note: German
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With card from Kleukens
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Ch. H. Kleukens
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Creator
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Kleukens, C.H.
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Date
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2016-01-25T19:27:58Z
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2002-10
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1951
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Date Available
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2016-01-25T19:27:58Z
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Date Issued
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1951
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Abstract
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This is a beautifully produced book containing some seventy fables on 65 pages. Printed in black and red on thick paper. Green boards. I learn from my favorite private collector that this is the only edition of this book. His note on it mentions that Kleukens is well-known as a type-founder; he established with his brother, Friedrich Wilhelm Kleukens, the famous Ernst-Ludwig-Presse at Darmstadt. Several fonts are named after him. He is also the co-author of an important book of fables from early in the twentieth century, Das Buch der Fabeln, published by Insel Verlag. Is the sub-title of this little book ironic? From the first few fables, I have the distinct impression that there is a great deal of irony at work here. There is no explanatory or introductory material. The first fable, Der Klügere (5), gives a good taste of the book's approach. 'I bear no guilt for that,' quarreled the man with the bad luck that he had brought on himself. Complaining, he began to get rid of the debris. Meantime the ox sighed 'It was all my fault' as he took a heavy load of dung to the field. Monolog eines Hasen (7) is a self-proclamation of the power to endure of the rabbit. On the next page a flame exults in the beauty of creation, part of which is that a fly in a spider's net gleams like a jewel and the burning wood screams in agony. One centimeter cries out to another that they establish every measure of greatness. A horse runs along through the fields. One of his horse-shoes makes a particularly strong sound. The hoofs exult in the liveliness of the sound. The horse knows that that hoof makes this noise only because it lacks a nail! In Esel (16), the asses were having a very tough time, and decided to choose as god whoever offered the most. One day there was lightning and voice that said I give you the thistles. The asses wanted to vote, but one old she-ass said: Wait until he offers more. The same happened when a voice gave them thick skin. Finally a voice offered eternal life. They decided again to wait until he offered something better. The asses are still waiting and still have no god. Kronen der Schöpfung (28) is another fine piece. Lice on a hoodlum's head were proclaiming themselves the crown of creation when the hoodlum scratched his head. Save yourselves! cried the main louse. The world is going under!
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Identifier
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4872 (Access ID)
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Language
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ger
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Publisher
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Druck der Mainzer Presse: Presse des gutenberg-Museums: Verlag für Kunst und Wissenschaft
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Mainz
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Subject
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PN985.K54 1951
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Ch. H. Kleukens
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Title Page Scanned
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Type
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Book, Whole