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He'll
leave everything to you."
"I don't need it."
"To whom else should he leave it? He has but one daughter, and you
ought to marry that daughter, and that she is your godsister and
foster-sister--no matter! That can be arranged--and then you would
be married. What good is there in the life you are now leading? I
suppose you are forever running about with the girls?"
"No."
"You don't say! Eh, eh, eh! the merchant is passing away. A certain
forester told me--I don't know whether he lied or not--that in
former days the dogs were wolves, and then degenerated into dogs.
It is the same with our calling; we will soon also be dogs. We will
take up science, put stylish hats on our heads, we'll do everything
that is necessary in order to lose our features, and there will be
nothing by which to distinguish us from other people. It has become
a custom to make Gymnasium students of all children. The merchants,
the nobles, the commoners--all are adjusted to match the same
colour. They dress them in gray and teach them all the same
subjects.


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