It has been said of Søren Kierkegaard and the professor of philosophy F.C. Sibbern that “It is wrong if one, due to the genius and passion of the apprentice, forgets the soberness of the master.”2 The painful reflection, which characterized Kierkegaard, was foreign to Sibbern, who often seems childish in his immediacy and naiveté, and the irony, which the master of irony industriously availed himself of, was not in Sibbern’s nature. He was a sober, staid personality in a fragmented age.