LANGHEINRICH
Me go an' wear myself out for other people? Not me! No, sir! I don't do nothin' like that. An' why should I? Nobody don't give me nothin'. I tell you people in this world is a pretty sly set. I've had time to find that out.
DR. BOXER
You're a regular heathen: you're not a Christian at all!
LANGHEINRICH
That kind o' talk don't do much good with me. I'm a Christian just like all the rest is! The people that sit in the new church here … 'cause they built a new church here now!… if them is Christians, the Lord forgive 'em.
DR. BOXER
That's easily said, Langheinrich. But one ought not to be a Pharisee.
Where is your Christian long-suffering?
LANGHEINRICH
No, I ain't goin' in for long-sufferin'. I'm a sinner myself; that's true all right. But now you take this Dalchow here for instance! It'd take the devil to be long-sufferin' where he's concerned! What did he do with that son o' his. He kicked him out, that's what, by night, in winter. Then he tied him up and beat him till he couldn't gasp. An' then he apprenticed the little feller to a butcher so that he had to drive out the sheep! An' all the time jabbin' at him an' overworkin' him till in the end the poor little crittur went an' drowned hisself in the lake. Just shook his head an' kept still an' then dived down an' that was the end.