from Italian Journey
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"March 11, 1787
"Everyone is surprised at
how small and compact Pompeii
is. The streets are
paved and straight, but they are narrow; the houses are small, with no
windows—the only light that comes in is from the entrances and open
porticoes.
The public buildings, even the bench tomb at the town gate, a nearby
temple and
villa look rather like architectural models or doll-houses than real
buildings.
The chambers, passage-ways and arcades are brightly painted. There are
rich
frescoes on the smooth walls, but most of them have faded by now. The
frescoes
are surrounded by delightful and tasteful ornamental designs: children,
nymphs,
wild or tame animals emerging out of luxuriant floral wreaths. The city
is now
totally destroyed, buried beneath ash and stones, and then looted; yet,
it
still shows the people's feel for—and love of—art, which even the most
fervent
lover of art today does not understand or even wish to have.
"Pompeii and Vesuvius are
separated by some distance;
the city cannot have been buried by debris driven by the force of the
eruption
or by a strong wind. I think that stone and ash must have stayed
suspended in
the air for a time, like clouds, before falling on the doomed city. To
get a
better picture of what must have happened, think of a mountain village
buried
by an avalanche of snow. The buildings were all crushed, and even the
spaces
between the buildings were filled in by the debris such that nothing
remained
on the surface except perhaps an occasional wall sticking up. People
came along
and then planted vineyards and gardens on it. It was probably farmers
working
their plots of land who discovered the first significant treasures…"
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