American. Well, that's quite in the prospectus—vurry stimulating party—old Nietzsch—virgin mind. But give me Leo! [He turns to the red-cheeked youth.] What do you opine, sir? I guess by your labels, you'll be Dutch. Do they read Tolstoi in your country? [The Dutch Youth laughs.]
American. That is a vurry luminous answer.
German. Tolstoi is nothing. Man should himself express. He must push—he must be strong.
American. That is so. In Amurrica we believe in virility; we like a man to expand—to cultivate his soul. But we believe in brotherhood too; we're vurry democratic. We draw the line at niggers; but we aspire, we're vurry high-souled. Social barriers and distinctions we've not much use for.
Englishman. Do you feel a draught?
Englishwoman [with a shiver of her shoulder toward the American]. I do—rather.
German. Wait! You are a young people.
American. That is so; there are no flies on us. [To the Little Man, who has been gazing eagerly from face to face.] Say! I'd like to have you give us your sentiments in relation to the duty of man. [The Little Man fidgets, and is about to open his mouth.]
American. For example—is it your opinion that we should kill off the weak and diseased, and all that can't jump around?
German [nodding]. Ja, ja! That is coming.