. . A Herr Professor discovers the cure of tuberculosis, and the
tubercular keep on dying as before. Another labels with a number the
invincible remedy for the most unconfessable of diseases, and the
genital scourge continues afflicting the world. And all these errors
were representing great fortunes, each saving panacea bringing into
existence an industrial corporation selling its products at high
prices--as though suffering were a privilege of the rich. How different
from the bluff Pasteur and other clever men of the inferior races who
have given their discoveries to the world without stooping to form
monopolies!
"German science," continued Tchernoff, "has given much to humanity, I
admit that; but the science of other nations has done as much. Only a
nation puffed up with conceit could imagine that it has done everything
for civilization, and the others nothing. . . . Apart from their learned
specialists, what genius has been produced in our day by this Germany
which believes itself so transcendent? Wagner, the last of the
romanticists, closes an epoch and belongs to the past. Nietzsche took
pains to proclaim his Polish origin and abominated Germany, a country,
according to him, of middle-class pedants. His Slavism was so pronounced
that he even prophesied the overthrow of the Prussians by the Slavs.
. . . And there are others.
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