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Animals Do Not Admire Each Other. A Horse Does Not Admire Its Companion.

A Solitary, Unused To Speaking Of What He Sees And Feels, Has Mental Experiences Which Are At Once More Intense And Less Articulate Than Those Of A Gregarious Man.

Nothing Is Stranger Or More Ticklish Than A Relationship Between People Who Know Each Other Only By Sight, Who Meet And Observe Each Other Daily - No Hourly - And Are Nevertheless Compelled To Keep Up The Pose Of An Indifferent Stranger, Neither Greeting Nor Addressing Each Other, Whether Out Of Etiquette Or Their Own Whim.

Speech Is Civilization Itself.

Reduced To A Miserable Mass Level, The Level Of A Hitler, German Romanticism Broke Out Into Hysterical Barbarism.