that " everyone is like me. ”

miscalculation, this in turn was amplified into " and also I am a human being like them in every respect. " the part of me that was not yet sober made such an amplification possible and supported it. and at last I arrived at the conceited conclusion

sobered consciousness, not taking into consideration the fact that part of me was still drunk. therefore the intoxicating thought of " I am ahead of others " was amended to the diffidence of " no, I too am a human being like the rest. " because of the

majority of men. muscles have gradually become something akin to classical Greek. to revive the dead language, the discipline of steel was required; to change the silence of death into the eloquence of life, the aid of steel was essential.

they diffused that part and made it multiply.

possible nightmare in history, has come into being like this.

spring afternoon like this that people suddenly become cruel. it’s at a moment like this, don’t you think, while one’s watching the sun as it peeps through the leaves of trees above a well mown lawn? every possible nightmare in the world, every