"Shelley again, is a divine lingo for the public of Saturn; he is the poet of the elements and not for us mortals."
Glogowski became silent and went to pour himself some tea.
"We are still listening; at least, I am waiting with impatience for you to continue your very interesting exposition," exclaimed Janina.
"Very well, but I am going to skip over a great many immortals so as to finish sooner."
"You can continue on the condition that you'll do so without tinkling the bells and beating the tambourine."
"Kotlicki, keep quiet! You are a miserable philistine, a typical representative of your base species and you are denied a voice when human beings are speaking!"
"Gentlemen, please quit your arguing, for I can't sleep," pitifully pleaded Mimi.
"Yes, yes, it isn't at all amusing!" added Majkowska with a mighty yawn.
Wawrzecki began again to fill the glasses. Glogowski moved close to
Janina and began enthusiastically to expound to her his theory.
"Ibsen makes a strange impression on me; he foreshadows someone mightier than himself who is yet to come; he is like the light of dawn before the rising sun. And as regards the newest, over-praised and over-advertised Germans: Suderman and Company they are merely a loud prating about small things; much ado about nothing. They wish to convince the world for instance that it is unnecessary to wear suspenders with your trousers, because you can sometimes wear them without suspenders."