successful type of new Germanism is covetous of quite other honours, and perhaps misses “smartness” in all that has depth, it is almost opportune and patriotic to doubt whether we did not formerly deceive ourselves with that commendation: in short, whether German depth is not at bottom something different and worse — and something from which, thank God, we are on the point of successfully ridding ourselves.

Let us try, then, to relearn with regard to German depth; the only thing necessary for the purpose is a little vivisection of the German soul. — The German soul is above all manifold, varied in its source, aggregated and super-imposed, rather than actually built: this is owing to its origin. A German who would embolden himself to assert: “Two souls, alas, dwell in my breast,” would