Yes, we sit here on these icy iron slats - I in my ague, and you in your youth; I in my Germanness, and you in the soft feathers of a scarcely fledged Yank; you in the heaven of your health, and I in the hell of my illness - we sit here anda share, don't we believe? a common world; and occasionally we even think there are some things about it we cannot change (...)
There is no end to human foolishness, Kohler, no end, no end, no end; our black hearts have no bottom, and literally there is no end; there will be no end until we all end, and mankind murders itself in a fit of just deserts.