response of a non-sentimental
Rosa Luxemburg in die Fackel No. 554-556 (1920)
Social Democratic leader and theoretician of the Marxist left in Germany, Rosa Luxemburg was born in Russian Poland (1871-1919). She tried to gather in the group "Die Internationale", the small minority of the SPD (social democracy party) objected to the involvement in the First World War, which had rallied to extreme left. Incarcerated from February 1915 to February 1916 and July 1916 until the end of the war, she was released during the revolution of November 1918. His analysis, in prison, errors of social democracy, appeared in a pamphlet, "The Crisis of Social Democracy", posted illegally, who played a decisive role in the formation of the Spartacus movement. During the bloody week in Berlin, she refuses to leave the city in solidarity with the proletariat of the capital. She was arrested, along with Karl Liebknecht, an army patrol that combs the city on orders from Noske, the Minister of Interior Social Democrats, they are murdered January 15, 1919.
In July 1917, Rosa Luxemburg was transferred from the fortress prison Wronke to Breslau, where his movements were more limited as she had fewer visits, "here I am leading the normal life of a prisoner, c ' is to say that I'm locked up night and day in my cell and see only the men's prison in the face. Admittedly, I have the right to stretch my legs in the yard as often as I want, but it is a common courtyard in the center of the prison buildings, crossed occasionally by prisoners during their work, so I reduce my trips at least what the doctor prescribes me for health reasons and I avoid looking around me during these "walks". The contrast with Wronke is brutal, but I do not want to complain, I just want to explain here why I can not for the moment, you send letters full of the scent of roses, the blue sky and sails clouds as you used to receive Wronke. (J.-P Nettl, The Life and work of Rosa Luxemburg, Maspero, colt Library "socialist", Volume II, 1972, p. 667.) [Ed]
Letter of Rosa Luxemburg
Sonia Liebknecht
Prison Breslau, December 1917
Ah my little Sonia, I felt a deep pain here: in the yard where I'm going to walk, there are often military carts arriving laden with bags or hoods of old soldiers often with shirts stained with blood. They are discharge for partition into cells, where they are patched before being reloaded and returned to the army. Some time ago, one of these carts arrived, but instead of being pulled by horses, pulled by buffalo. It was the first time I saw these animals up close. They are stronger and more massive than our oxen, they flattened the skull and horns directed towards the rear, a head that looks a bit like sheep with us, all black with big soft eyes. They come from Romania, they are trophies of war. Soldiers who drive cars say it is very difficult to capture these wild animals and even more use it for work related, they are so accustomed to freedom. Is struck so terrible before saying "Vae Victis" can also be applied to them. [... ] Nothing at Breslau, there are a hundred of these beasts in addition, they are accustomed to fat Romanian grasslands receive only a meager and miserable food. It shamelessly exploits them, they draw any load and often succumb to this work.
few days ago then came one of those carts, so heavily loaded that the buffalo could not submit him to the threshold of the court. The soldier who led a brutal kind, began to hit them with the big handle of his whip, so much so that the supervisor got involved, indignant, and asked him if he had So no pity on these fools! "No mercy on us humans," he replied with an evil smile, and he started to hit harder. [...] The animals eventually pass the cart, but one of them was bleeding. [...] My little Sonia, buffalo skin is known to be thick and hard, gold, she was all torn. The animals did not move while being unloaded, exhausted, and he who had bled staring, with an expression on the face - and eyes black and soft as those of a child who just cry. It was really an expression of a child who was severely punished and who does not know why, who does not know how to escape this torment and brutal violence. [... ] I was standing there and the animal looked at me and I felt the tears running down my face - it was her tears and can not be thrilled with more pain for the baby brother that I don ' I shivered in my inability to soothe his torment dumb. As they were far from the green fields of Romania and its air freedom! As the sun was different there, as the wind was different, like the beautiful songs of birds were different and the melodious call of the shepherds! And here - this strange city, frightening, that stinks the barn, hay damaged to give top-of-the heart, mixed with rotten straw, and all these strangers, terrible, and beatings; blood flowing from wounds. [...] Oh, my poor buffalo, my poor dear brother, we are powerless there if both of them, dazed, united by the pain, impotence and desire.
Meanwhile, the prisoners busy around the wagon, unloading the heavy bales before bringing them indoors, as the soldier, he paced the court with long strides, his hands in his pockets, smiling and whistling a popular tune. And then I saw all the wonderful war paraded before me. [... ]
My little Sonia, my dear Sonia, still remain calm and serene. Such is life, and it should be taken with courage, without wavering and with a smile - despite everything.
few days ago then came one of those carts, so heavily loaded that the buffalo could not submit him to the threshold of the court. The soldier who led a brutal kind, began to hit them with the big handle of his whip, so much so that the supervisor got involved, indignant, and asked him if he had So no pity on these fools! "No mercy on us humans," he replied with an evil smile, and he started to hit harder. [...] The animals eventually pass the cart, but one of them was bleeding. [...] My little Sonia, buffalo skin is known to be thick and hard, gold, she was all torn. The animals did not move while being unloaded, exhausted, and he who had bled staring, with an expression on the face - and eyes black and soft as those of a child who just cry. It was really an expression of a child who was severely punished and who does not know why, who does not know how to escape this torment and brutal violence. [... ] I was standing there and the animal looked at me and I felt the tears running down my face - it was her tears and can not be thrilled with more pain for the baby brother that I don ' I shivered in my inability to soothe his torment dumb. As they were far from the green fields of Romania and its air freedom! As the sun was different there, as the wind was different, like the beautiful songs of birds were different and the melodious call of the shepherds! And here - this strange city, frightening, that stinks the barn, hay damaged to give top-of-the heart, mixed with rotten straw, and all these strangers, terrible, and beatings; blood flowing from wounds. [...] Oh, my poor buffalo, my poor dear brother, we are powerless there if both of them, dazed, united by the pain, impotence and desire.
Meanwhile, the prisoners busy around the wagon, unloading the heavy bales before bringing them indoors, as the soldier, he paced the court with long strides, his hands in his pockets, smiling and whistling a popular tune. And then I saw all the wonderful war paraded before me. [... ]
My little Sonia, my dear Sonia, still remain calm and serene. Such is life, and it should be taken with courage, without wavering and with a smile - despite everything.
ROSA LUXEMBURG
Letter to Ms. von XY Fackel
Innsbruck, 25 August 1920
Dear Mr. Kraus
It was by chance that the last number of your Fackel fell into my hands (I was a subscriber until 4 February last year) and I would allow me to write a few words about the letter of Rosa Luxemburg, whom you admire so much, even if you may not be nice to get a letter of Innsbruck, a city that has a bad press. In short, this letter is really beautiful and moving and I totally agree with you when you write it may be in the books for reading primary and elementary schools, provided still indicated in the introduction and very informative so that the life of Rosa Luxemburg would have been much more fruitful and enjoyable if it had worked as a zoo keeper or held a similar alternative employment rather than trying to stir up the people , which would have also spared no doubt find themselves in "cabin". Given his knowledge of botany and his love for flowers, she would in any case have found also to deal profitably and successfully in a large garden, which would have prevented him getting to know a little too closely with the butts of rifles.
Regarding the somewhat description maudlin of the buffalo, I'm willing to believe that it has not failed to take effect on lacrimal glands of the wives of business advisers and young aesthetes of Berlin, Dresden and Prague. But who, like me, grew up in a large area of southern Hungary and knows these animals since her childhood, their fur often damaged and cracked and stupidity that constantly mark their "profiling" is inclined to consider things with more weights. The good
Rosa Luxemburg has been taken for a ride by the soldiers she met (much like the case with Benedikt Dog mine), not to mention that his imagination had also be contaminated by memories of leather breeches and great herds across the prairies, etc.. If our soldiers really beautiful uniform gray, having been engaged in heavy fighting that they have won in Romania, had had time, strength and desire to catch wild buffalo by the hundreds to do everything to trac draft animals, this could not but arouse admiration and would be much more amazing than the ability of these primitive animals to endure such treatment without flinching. You should know in fact that buffalo are raised and used since time immemorial in these regions to serve as draft animals (and also raised for their milk). They are not demanding for food and terribly strong, although they are very slow. I do not think that the "beloved brother" Rosa Luxemburg was particularly surprised to have to pull a cart in Breslau and received a few blows to the spine with "the handle of the whip." The thing is also necessary from time to time with draft animals - when it's not done too abruptly - to the extent they are not always permeable only grounds of reason, as I can ensure, as a mother, a good slap is often beautifully with solid rascals who do do as they please!
should not always expect the worst and complain about people (and animals) without knowing a little better circumstances. This may do more harm than good. Rosa Luxemburg would probably have liked, if she had the opportunity to preach revolution to buffalo for them and found a republic of buffaloes, although it is questionable whether it would have been able to get their paradise - she dreamed of - with "pretty bird songs and calls melodious shepherds" and whether the buffalo attach particular importance to this last point. It is like that a lot of hysterical women who like to mingle everything and always seek to sow discord, for what little they have in mind and a good style, they have the ear of the crowd and cause much misery in the world, so it should not too surprised when one of them, after so often preached violence, has a violent end.
The quiet strength, work to the benefit of his relatives, a quiet goodness and taste of reconciliation is what we need, more than sentiment and incitement to violence. Is not you agree?
Sincerely,
It was by chance that the last number of your Fackel fell into my hands (I was a subscriber until 4 February last year) and I would allow me to write a few words about the letter of Rosa Luxemburg, whom you admire so much, even if you may not be nice to get a letter of Innsbruck, a city that has a bad press. In short, this letter is really beautiful and moving and I totally agree with you when you write it may be in the books for reading primary and elementary schools, provided still indicated in the introduction and very informative so that the life of Rosa Luxemburg would have been much more fruitful and enjoyable if it had worked as a zoo keeper or held a similar alternative employment rather than trying to stir up the people , which would have also spared no doubt find themselves in "cabin". Given his knowledge of botany and his love for flowers, she would in any case have found also to deal profitably and successfully in a large garden, which would have prevented him getting to know a little too closely with the butts of rifles.
Regarding the somewhat description maudlin of the buffalo, I'm willing to believe that it has not failed to take effect on lacrimal glands of the wives of business advisers and young aesthetes of Berlin, Dresden and Prague. But who, like me, grew up in a large area of southern Hungary and knows these animals since her childhood, their fur often damaged and cracked and stupidity that constantly mark their "profiling" is inclined to consider things with more weights. The good
Rosa Luxemburg has been taken for a ride by the soldiers she met (much like the case with Benedikt Dog mine), not to mention that his imagination had also be contaminated by memories of leather breeches and great herds across the prairies, etc.. If our soldiers really beautiful uniform gray, having been engaged in heavy fighting that they have won in Romania, had had time, strength and desire to catch wild buffalo by the hundreds to do everything to trac draft animals, this could not but arouse admiration and would be much more amazing than the ability of these primitive animals to endure such treatment without flinching. You should know in fact that buffalo are raised and used since time immemorial in these regions to serve as draft animals (and also raised for their milk). They are not demanding for food and terribly strong, although they are very slow. I do not think that the "beloved brother" Rosa Luxemburg was particularly surprised to have to pull a cart in Breslau and received a few blows to the spine with "the handle of the whip." The thing is also necessary from time to time with draft animals - when it's not done too abruptly - to the extent they are not always permeable only grounds of reason, as I can ensure, as a mother, a good slap is often beautifully with solid rascals who do do as they please!
should not always expect the worst and complain about people (and animals) without knowing a little better circumstances. This may do more harm than good. Rosa Luxemburg would probably have liked, if she had the opportunity to preach revolution to buffalo for them and found a republic of buffaloes, although it is questionable whether it would have been able to get their paradise - she dreamed of - with "pretty bird songs and calls melodious shepherds" and whether the buffalo attach particular importance to this last point. It is like that a lot of hysterical women who like to mingle everything and always seek to sow discord, for what little they have in mind and a good style, they have the ear of the crowd and cause much misery in the world, so it should not too surprised when one of them, after so often preached violence, has a violent end.
The quiet strength, work to the benefit of his relatives, a quiet goodness and taste of reconciliation is what we need, more than sentiment and incitement to violence. Is not you agree?
Sincerely,
MRS VON XY
My opinion is that it interests me very little whether a number Fackel fell "accidentally" or any other way between the claws of a beast of your way and if This was subscribed until 4 February last year and still is. If it was, one can only regret that it did much more, because if she was still, she would no longer be the date of receipt of this letter is to say from 28 August this year. Because everyone knows that Fackel knows how to defend against fate willing, to reach this kind of address. My opinion is that mail from the city of Innsbruck, who has a bad press, does not bother me in any way since it does not alter the image I have of the intellectual in this city, and that On the contrary, everything is as it should be. My opinion is that if so-called republics could bring himself to forward letter from Rosa Luxemburg to future generations through reading books, they should also make it print at the same time the letter of this shrew, to educate the youth not only compliance before the greatness of human nature but also disgust at his meanness, for many felt, a tangible example, all that is terrible for the hopeless thought system progenitor Teutonic who want us messing up life to death as we prepare for new wars and who seem to have made a pact with Satan , as they did in 1914, they were so eager to send heroes to death. My opinion - and I want to be very clear with this breed degenerate landowners and blood and their stooges, I want to talk to them outright because they do not understand German and can not deduct my true opinion of my "contradictions," because I consider that the World War not subject to any ambiguity and that the time which reduces human life to a miserable pile of manure is a ruthless break - my opinion is that communism, as reality is just the opposite their ideology that disregards human life, by the grace of an original ideal of greater purity, an antidote for an ideal end complex and greater purity - the devil take practice but God keeps as a constant threat over the heads of those who own property and to protect them, would send all the other front of famine and patriotic honor by rocking consolation that material goods are not the supreme good. May God guard us so that this scum which already wriggles impudence not become even more brazen, so that those are the only ones with access to the enjoyment and believe that humanity at its boot has received enough love once they were infected with syphilis have disturbed sleep at least a good nightmare, so that they spend at least the urge to lecture their victims and they lose the humor to try to make jokes about them! About
considerations about life more fruitful and joyful Rosa Luxemburg would have had if she had worked as a guard in a zoo rather than trying to silence human beasts who butchered, and the question of whether she would find an occupation more profitable and more satisfying to grow beautiful flowers (which she knows more than a land owner) instead of hoeing weeds human - about such considerations, there is not a blast to spend as impudence is restrained by fear.
There would also be a risk, possibly mocking the "cabin" which is enclosed a martyr or put directly to the benefit of the person who has ventured to commit such a shame - if you do prefer good pair of galoshes, as I assure you, does wonders with sound heroic mothers!
Regarding finally how to laugh Rosa Luxemburg who has "got to know a little too closely with the butts of rifles," it would not be too expensive to pay than to give its author some good shots whips, but only with the stick - like the one that hit the buffalo of Rosa Luxemburg. And no sentimentality! We do not need tearful descriptions of such procedures, and not for reading books. Who grew up in a large area of southern Hungary, where the skin already damaged and cracked buffaloes already does not cause any more pity, and where their "appearance" moron - a facies that deserves no recollection of Rosa Luxemburg and quotes but simply picks the one turkey - stands out so unsympathetic if the ideal face of large landowners in the south of Hungary, we know that Hungary also uses many other procedures with the creatures of God, and without flinching. He also knows that landowners meet here the wives of business advisers to support it without flinching. I am sure he would do not enthusiastic about the revolutionary courts or sympathize with the views of these officers, because the last thing they have left is the honor, feel inclined to castrate their congeners. But yet I want to injustice, for example, condemn the ladies who still say today "our soldiers in gray uniforms beautiful" to clean the latrines and barracks and to divest "very nervous" of nobility which they can not be separated, even defiling a corpse anonymously. Of course, I also believe that our soldiers in uniform gray fine (apart from the fact that they had to win tough battles Romania, simply because the primers were based until 1914, not by the spirit of the brave Rosa Luxemburg but by the big landowners) were actually the time, strength and desire to fly and domesticate buffaloes, and also will continue as the admiration of the Valkyries German and Hungarian in the South for military training, that humanity will not escape the danger of being readily treated as animals.
But still I think to say - because, for once, we want to hear my opinion and not just my word - if the word of the brave Rosa Luxemburg had not been proven by facts and smaller if no animal God was no longer living in the green fields but they were all already in the service of any merchant, his words would still have been truer to God than a landowner who boasts the little requirement of animals for food and not concerned that his pace slow and humanity which regards the animal as a beloved brother has more value than the bestiality that makes fun of it funny and joking with the idea of a buffalo is not "particularly surprised" to have to pull a cart in Breslau and receive blows with the handle of a whip. This is the kind of spirit that is disgusting tell these gentlemen of Creation and their ladies, "since their early youth, that nothing happens in the animal, so devoid of feelings that its owner, for the simple reason that it did not been endowed with the same portion of arrogance and is not able to express his suffering in the gibberish of his production. But because an animal has the advantage, compared to the kind of people, not to "be still permeable only grounds of reason," it appears to them that the whip handle is "indispensable time to time. " In truth, they use it only at the instigation of a sullen rage, tested against an uncertain fate that seems to him the book in one way or another! In addition, they smack children, they measure the strength of their own strength or are sexually victimized by candidates willing to theology only because they have something to fear from the life of Heaven. These children have the advantage of being able to dispel the shame of being born to such parents by deciding to become better than them, unless they bring themselves to take revenge on their own children. But animals which become slaves of man as a result of violence or cunning, have no other fate than to be disgraced before being bloated. Man insult animals by insulting his fellow with an animal name, and for him the creature itself is also an insult. He no longer surprised at anything, without allowing the same to the animal that has not forgotten the astonishment. The animal has the right to be as little surprise that the man of the shame that it subjected him, and in the same way that a buffalo is no wonder life in Breslau, a homeowner Land was not surprised when a human being dies a violent death. For even if the world is falling apart for their benefit and their order, they find that everything is in order.
What does the brave Rosa Luxemburg? Of course, she had no field except that of his heart, which saw a buffalo was like a brother would have loved if it had been possible to preach revolution buffalo, found for them a republic of buffaloes, if possible with beautiful songs of birds and melodious calls of shepherds, although one wonders if the buffalo had "paid particular attention to this last point, since they prefer well understood that gives first importance to their existence. Unfortunately, the thing would have been totally impossible given that on earth there are many more snouts than buffalo! The fact that she would have liked to try to prove only that it was one of many hysterical women who like to mix everything and sow discord everywhere. My opinion is that, in environments of large landowners, the clinical picture is often so much cutting back on domestic and agricultural activities that one might be tempted to believe that they are born-revolutionaries. But look closer, it becomes evident very quickly that they are only stupid geese. What we would fall back into criminal arrogance of the human race, which has a predilection to endorse all defects and wickedness by an animal world that can not defend himself, while never such an ox living in Innsbruck or goose who grew up in a large area of southern Hungary had the idea of treating another of "living in Innsbruck" or "great Hungarian owner. And even if they grew bolder to judge things of the spirit, they never address through the "good style" and they would never recognize the gentleness of a quality that they lack so as blatant . They have - even if not always "porous" only on the grounds of reason - too much tact to send letter also poorly written and too ashamed to write. There is no goose with a bad pen she is capable! Is not you agree? She is smart, good nature, and if she agrees to be eaten by her owner, she can not bear to be compared to it. The advantage, however, that this creature on the first, is that when things get serious and that it could be heated, it can judge by the Catechism of Heaven, with more kindness to urge the other not to "always assume the worst and only complain principle people (and animals), without knowing the external circumstances, this may do more harm than good. " Evil especially for owner predestined people (and animals) which is the discretionary right to a dogma that only divine mobs and foreign elements want to attack, as Jesus famous example, but which remains valid, since the desire for earthly goods, God be praised, older than the Christian commandment and that it will survive. That's my opinion!
considerations about life more fruitful and joyful Rosa Luxemburg would have had if she had worked as a guard in a zoo rather than trying to silence human beasts who butchered, and the question of whether she would find an occupation more profitable and more satisfying to grow beautiful flowers (which she knows more than a land owner) instead of hoeing weeds human - about such considerations, there is not a blast to spend as impudence is restrained by fear.
There would also be a risk, possibly mocking the "cabin" which is enclosed a martyr or put directly to the benefit of the person who has ventured to commit such a shame - if you do prefer good pair of galoshes, as I assure you, does wonders with sound heroic mothers!
Regarding finally how to laugh Rosa Luxemburg who has "got to know a little too closely with the butts of rifles," it would not be too expensive to pay than to give its author some good shots whips, but only with the stick - like the one that hit the buffalo of Rosa Luxemburg. And no sentimentality! We do not need tearful descriptions of such procedures, and not for reading books. Who grew up in a large area of southern Hungary, where the skin already damaged and cracked buffaloes already does not cause any more pity, and where their "appearance" moron - a facies that deserves no recollection of Rosa Luxemburg and quotes but simply picks the one turkey - stands out so unsympathetic if the ideal face of large landowners in the south of Hungary, we know that Hungary also uses many other procedures with the creatures of God, and without flinching. He also knows that landowners meet here the wives of business advisers to support it without flinching. I am sure he would do not enthusiastic about the revolutionary courts or sympathize with the views of these officers, because the last thing they have left is the honor, feel inclined to castrate their congeners. But yet I want to injustice, for example, condemn the ladies who still say today "our soldiers in gray uniforms beautiful" to clean the latrines and barracks and to divest "very nervous" of nobility which they can not be separated, even defiling a corpse anonymously. Of course, I also believe that our soldiers in uniform gray fine (apart from the fact that they had to win tough battles Romania, simply because the primers were based until 1914, not by the spirit of the brave Rosa Luxemburg but by the big landowners) were actually the time, strength and desire to fly and domesticate buffaloes, and also will continue as the admiration of the Valkyries German and Hungarian in the South for military training, that humanity will not escape the danger of being readily treated as animals.
But still I think to say - because, for once, we want to hear my opinion and not just my word - if the word of the brave Rosa Luxemburg had not been proven by facts and smaller if no animal God was no longer living in the green fields but they were all already in the service of any merchant, his words would still have been truer to God than a landowner who boasts the little requirement of animals for food and not concerned that his pace slow and humanity which regards the animal as a beloved brother has more value than the bestiality that makes fun of it funny and joking with the idea of a buffalo is not "particularly surprised" to have to pull a cart in Breslau and receive blows with the handle of a whip. This is the kind of spirit that is disgusting tell these gentlemen of Creation and their ladies, "since their early youth, that nothing happens in the animal, so devoid of feelings that its owner, for the simple reason that it did not been endowed with the same portion of arrogance and is not able to express his suffering in the gibberish of his production. But because an animal has the advantage, compared to the kind of people, not to "be still permeable only grounds of reason," it appears to them that the whip handle is "indispensable time to time. " In truth, they use it only at the instigation of a sullen rage, tested against an uncertain fate that seems to him the book in one way or another! In addition, they smack children, they measure the strength of their own strength or are sexually victimized by candidates willing to theology only because they have something to fear from the life of Heaven. These children have the advantage of being able to dispel the shame of being born to such parents by deciding to become better than them, unless they bring themselves to take revenge on their own children. But animals which become slaves of man as a result of violence or cunning, have no other fate than to be disgraced before being bloated. Man insult animals by insulting his fellow with an animal name, and for him the creature itself is also an insult. He no longer surprised at anything, without allowing the same to the animal that has not forgotten the astonishment. The animal has the right to be as little surprise that the man of the shame that it subjected him, and in the same way that a buffalo is no wonder life in Breslau, a homeowner Land was not surprised when a human being dies a violent death. For even if the world is falling apart for their benefit and their order, they find that everything is in order.
What does the brave Rosa Luxemburg? Of course, she had no field except that of his heart, which saw a buffalo was like a brother would have loved if it had been possible to preach revolution buffalo, found for them a republic of buffaloes, if possible with beautiful songs of birds and melodious calls of shepherds, although one wonders if the buffalo had "paid particular attention to this last point, since they prefer well understood that gives first importance to their existence. Unfortunately, the thing would have been totally impossible given that on earth there are many more snouts than buffalo! The fact that she would have liked to try to prove only that it was one of many hysterical women who like to mix everything and sow discord everywhere. My opinion is that, in environments of large landowners, the clinical picture is often so much cutting back on domestic and agricultural activities that one might be tempted to believe that they are born-revolutionaries. But look closer, it becomes evident very quickly that they are only stupid geese. What we would fall back into criminal arrogance of the human race, which has a predilection to endorse all defects and wickedness by an animal world that can not defend himself, while never such an ox living in Innsbruck or goose who grew up in a large area of southern Hungary had the idea of treating another of "living in Innsbruck" or "great Hungarian owner. And even if they grew bolder to judge things of the spirit, they never address through the "good style" and they would never recognize the gentleness of a quality that they lack so as blatant . They have - even if not always "porous" only on the grounds of reason - too much tact to send letter also poorly written and too ashamed to write. There is no goose with a bad pen she is capable! Is not you agree? She is smart, good nature, and if she agrees to be eaten by her owner, she can not bear to be compared to it. The advantage, however, that this creature on the first, is that when things get serious and that it could be heated, it can judge by the Catechism of Heaven, with more kindness to urge the other not to "always assume the worst and only complain principle people (and animals), without knowing the external circumstances, this may do more harm than good. " Evil especially for owner predestined people (and animals) which is the discretionary right to a dogma that only divine mobs and foreign elements want to attack, as Jesus famous example, but which remains valid, since the desire for earthly goods, God be praised, older than the Christian commandment and that it will survive. That's my opinion!
KARL KRAUS
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