“They are now giving me to understand, that not only are they better men than the mighty, the lords of the earth, whose spittle they have got to lick ( not out of fear, not at all out of fear! But because God ordains that one should honour all authority)⁠—not only are they better men, but that they also have a ‘better time,’ at any rate, will one day have a ‘better time.’ But enough! Enough! I can endure it no longer. Bad air! Bad air! These workshops where ideals are manufactured ⁠—verily they reek with the crassest lies.”