DR. GOLL. (As Schön rises.) Do you have 'em dance to-day in full costume?
ALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes I must be on the stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy!
DR. GOLL. I've forgotten—what's the name of your ballet?
ALVA. Dalailama.
DR. GOLL. I thought he was in a madhouse.
SCHÖN. You're thinking of Nietzsche, Doctor.
DR. GOLL. You're right; I got 'em mixed up.
ALVA. I have helped Buddhism to its legs.
DR. GOLL. By his legs is the stage-poet known.
ALVA. Corticelli dances the youthful Buddha as tho she had seen the light of the world by the Ganges.