through here, and have cleaned up Paris and France, why not go the lot of us, arm-in-arm, soldiers, bourgeois, Tom, Dick, and Harry, and clean up Europe? We aren't selfish: we don't want all the fun for ourselves. You know, every time I learn something new, I want to tell it to others. Ever since these things began to stir in me—Liberty, and all this damned fine stuff—I feel I've just got to tell it to everybody, and spout it everywhere. God, if the others are like me, we'll do great things. I can already see the ground trembling under our feet, and Europe boiling like wine in a vat. People are falling on our necks. It's like little brooks rushing down to meet the river. We're a great river, washing everything clean.
Hulin. Say, are you sick?
The Man. I? I'm as well as a cabbage.
Hulin. And yet you dream?
The Man. All the time. It's good, too. If you dream enough, you end by getting something of what you're dreaming about. Hey, Hulin, what do you say? Won't it be a fine march? Aren't you coming with us?
Hulin. As soon as you've taken Vienna and Berlin, I'll keep watch over them.
The Man. Don't joke. Who knows?
Hulin. Anything can happen—
The Man. Anything you wish for happens.
Hulin. Meantime I'd like to know what's going to happen right now.
The Man. That's hard to tell. How are we going about it? We'll see. Sufficient unto the hour is the work thereof.
