ALICE. Do you know what his last words were? No, you can never guess it. "Forgive them, for they know not what they do!"
CURT. Can you translate it?
ALICE. I suppose he meant that he had always done right and died as one that had been wronged by life.
CURT. I am sure his funeral sermon will be fine.
ALICE. And plenty of flowers—from the non-commissioned officers.
CURT. Yes.
ALICE. About a year ago he said something like this: "It looks to me as if life were a tremendous hoax played on all of us!"
CURT. Do you mean to imply that he was playing a hoax on us up to the very moment of death?
ALICE. No—but now, when he is dead, I feel a strange inclination to speak well of him.
CURT. Well, let us do so!