From end to end, with labor keen; And here, poor fool! with all my lore I stand, no wiser than before: I’m Magister — yea, Doctor — hight, And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right, These ten years long, with many woes, I’ve led my scholars by the nose — And see, that nothing can be known! That knowledge cuts me to the bone. I’m cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers, Doctors and… Read the rest of this passage →

No beastliness and no stupidity. Frosch (Pours a glass of wine over Brander’s head.) There’s both together! Brander Twice a swine! Frosch You wanted them: I’ve given you mine. Siebel Turn out who quarrels — out the door! With open throat sing chorus, drink and roar! Up! holla! ho! Altmayer Woe’s me, the fearful bellow! Bring cotton, quick! He’s split my ears, that… Read the rest of this passage →