“And if things were regulated as they should be,” said Koth, “there would come a day when we poor devils would also see glorious times. We have been torturing ourselves about long enough for the sake of others. I maintain that things will have to be differently regulated.”
“What game is that you are wishing to come at? Show your hand, old fellow!” cried several voices.
“Here's what I mean: Coffers which are full will have to pour some of their superfluity into coffers which are empty. You take me, don't you?”
“'Pon my soul, I can't make you out. You are talking conundrums,” declared Koenig.
“You blockhead, I mean there will soon have to be a partition. They who have plenty will have to give some to those who have nothing.”
“Bravo! Long live Koth!”
“That sort of doctrine is dangerous to the state,” said Flachsen. “Such principles bring about revolutions, and corrupt society.”
“What of society! You're an ass, Flachsen! Koth is right—partition, partition!” was the cry all round the table.
“As you will! I have nothing against it if only it were practicable,” expostulated Flachsen; “for I, too, am a radical.”
“It is practicable! All things are practicable,” exclaimed Koth. “Our age can do anything, and so can we. Haven't we driven religion out of the schools? Haven't we elected Shund for mayor? It is the majority who rule; and, were we to vote in favor of partition to-morrow, partition would have to take place. Any measure can be carried by a majority, and, since we poor devils are in the majority, as soon as we will have voted for partition it will come without fail.”