[A] cancer flourishes in the body of the world and in its mind and soul, and
. . . this cancerous thing is Germany, Germanism, and Germans. . . . I read in
their watery eyes, their faded skins, their legs without feet, and their thick jaws,
the fulfillment of a crime and the promise of another. The German hates democracy
because he does not like himself. He has only one political ideal. It is
based on his fat neck, his watery eyes, and his faded skin. . . . He is a pure murderer.
The thought of killing defenseless people brings a glow into his fat German
neck. . . . The Germans outraged me because they are murderers, foul
and wanton, and because they are fools such as gibber at a roadside, with spittle
running from their mouths. They outraged me because they raised their
little pig eyes to their betters and sought to grunt and claw their way to the
mastery of men. . . . That this most clumsy of all human tribes—this leadenhearted
German—should dare to pronounce judgment on his superiors, dare
to outlaw from the world the name of Jew—a name that dwarfs him as the
tree does the weed at its foot—is an outrageous thing. . . . It is an evil thing.12