Rosmer.
How——?
Brendel.
I am about to take hold of life with a strong hand; to step forth; to assert myself. We live in a tempestuous, an equinoctial age.—I am about to lay my mite on the altar of Emancipation.
Kroll.
You too?
Brendel.
[To them all.] Is the local public at all familiar with my occasional writings?
Kroll.
No, I must candidly confess that——