Beg to report a safe delivery of a strong, healthy last movement to my Second. Father and child both doing as well as can be expected-the latter not yet out of danger. At the baptismal ceremony it was given the name 'Lux lucet in tenebris'. Silent sympathy is requested. Floral tributes are declined with thanks. Other presents, however, are acceptable. Yours, Gustav. These are my birthday greetings to you.i
None of his works moved him so deeply at its first hearing as this. We came to the last rehearsals, to the dress rehearsal—to the last movement with its three great blows of fate. When it was over, Mahler walked up and down in the artists' room, sobbing, wringing his hands, unable to control himself. We stood transfixed, [along with the others in the room] not daring to look at one another.On the day of the concert Mahler was so afraid that his agitation might get the better of him that out of shame and anxiety he did not conduct the symphony well. He hesitated to bring out the dark omen behind this terrible movement.viii
Not one of his works came so directly from his inmost heart as this. We both wept that day. The music and what it foretold touched us so deeply. The Sixth is the most completely personal of his works, and a prophetic one also.ix
His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!—Great God! . . . I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body . . . but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart. Unable to endure the aspect of the being I had created, I rushed out of the room . . .xxviVictor Frankenstein fled. Soon the creature became the murderer of those close to him, becoming the dark Angel of Death who now threatens his maker, "I will glut the maw of death, until it is satiated with the blood of your remaining friends. Remember, thou hast made me more powerful than thyself . . ." It is the creature who takes the moral high ground with, "How dare you sport thus with life?"xxvii It demands that his creator do his "duty" to that which he has created by listening to his tale. Reason replaces horror as Frankenstein muses, "I weighed the various arguments that he had used . . .For the first time, also, I felt what the duties of a creator toward his creature were, and that I ought to render him happy before I complained of his wickedness."xxviii