Und es mag am deutschen Wesen
  Einmal noch die Welt genesen! 
  (The world may yet again be healed by Germanism.)

“The hope here expressed has become a certainty for modern Germany, and the Germans see in this the moral basis for all their demands.  Why must Germany be victorious, why must she have her place in the sun, why must her frontiers be extended, why is all opposition to Germany shameful, not to say devilish, why must Germany become a world-empire, why ought Germany and not Great Britain to become the great Colonial Power?  Why, because it is through the medium of Germanism that the world is to be healed; it is upon Germanism that the salvation of the world depends.  That is why all attacks against Germanism are against God’s plans, in opposition to His designs for the world; in short, a sin against God.  The Germans do not seem to be able to understand that other nations cannot be particularly delighted at being described as sickly shoots which can only be healed by coming under the influence of German fountains of health.  Yet one would think that, if they would only reflect a little upon what the two lines quoted above imply, they would be able in some measure to understand the dislike for them, which they declare to be so incomprehensible.

“He also prophesied about the great master who would arise and create the unity of Germany.  This prophecy was brilliantly fulfilled in Bismarck.  After 1866 he loudly clamours for Alsace-Lorraine.  This he cannot reasonably have expected to obtain without war; but when the war comes we hear exactly the same tale as now of the Germans’ love of peace and the despicable deceitfulness of their enemies.  ’And the peace shall be a German peace; now tremble before the sword of God and of Germany ye who are strong in impiety and fruitful in bloodguiltiness.’”

Hate lectures have been both fashionable and popular in Germany during the war.  I was attracted to one in Munich by flaming red and yellow posters which announced that Professor Werner Sombart of the University of Berlin would speak at the Vierjahreszeiten Hall on “Unser Hass gegen England” (Our Hatred of England).

I sat among the elite of the Bavarian capital in a large hall with even the standing room filled, when a black-bearded professor stepped upon the stage amid a flutter of handclapping and proceeded to his task without any introduction.  He was a Professor of Hatred, and it soon became quite clear that he was full of his subject.  His lank frame leaned over the footlights and he wound and unwound his long, thin fingers, while his lips sneered and his sharp black eyes gleamed venom as he instructed business men, bankers, smart young officers, lorgnetted dowagers and sweet-faced girls, in the duty of hating with the whole heart and the whole mind.  I soon felt that if Lissauer is the Horace of Hate, Sombart is its Demosthenes.