ThomasMuentzner [he/him, comrade/them]

Wir schlucken Staub beim Wandern uns hängt der Säckel hohl, Der Kaiser schluckt ganz Flandern, bekomm ihm ewig wohl. Er denkt beim Länderschmause, wie er die Welt erwürb. Mir weilt ein Lieb zu Hause, das weinte wenn ich stürb.

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  • That very school of Criticism has proclaimed itself the pure, resolute, absolute Criticism which has achieved self-clarity, and in its spiritual pride has reduced the whole process of history to the relation between, on the one hand, the rest of the world, which comes into the category of the “masses,” and itself. It has assimilated all dogmatic antitheses into one dogmatic antithesis between its own sagacity and the stupidity of the world .It has daily and hourly demonstrated its own excellence against the mindlessness of the masses . The school of Criticism has made known in print its superiority to human feelings and to the world, above which it sits enthroned in sublime solitude, with nothing but an occasional roar of sarcastic laughter from its Olympian lips.