
But he spoke with a strange smile: "Oho!
You are Herr Rideamus?! You don't say?!"
And then he told me - he was against it!
"You are, namely," he said with a stern face
and looked at me piercingly,
"An outwardly passable young man -
A german-to-english translation of Fritz Oliven's Die Erfindung der Sittlichkeit, delivered page by page.
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