DR. BLUETHE — Everything is a mere phrase in the world. One cannot live by truth-telling, and even lying is badly paid if it does not sometimes look like truth. The world is so filled with lies that even a genuine lie can no longer be sold, unless it 1s adulterated to a certain degree with truth.
K. WACHENBERG — Are you not as fully convinced of the equal rights of women which you combat in your paper, as of the equal rights of negroes, which you advocate?
DR. BLUETHE — Completely. But the latter are demanded by my party, my public, and my bread-giver, the former not, and my stomach
A VOICE — I begin to feel nausea.
SEVERAL VOICES — The whole "German tongue" is beginning to be nauseating.
MRS. KALITSCH — So deeply fallen are these lords of creation, and yet they will not accept us as saviors!
THE WHOLE MEETING — Take the wretch away! We cannot endure his presence.
(The usher arouses him with the call: "The comedies of Heinzen!" whereupon Dr. Bluethe darts up, horror struck, and rushes out.)
JULIE VOM BERG — What fruits can we expect from such "blossoms!"[1] And such ninnies, such imbeciles, such caricatures of manhood mount the high horse, conduct themselves as an intellectual
- ↑ The English for Bluethe is blossom.
