"The earth has grown too grey and peaceful.
Life is anaemic.

We need colour--good red splashes of it--good wholesome bloodshed." Said I, "All you have to do is to go into a Berlin cafe and pull the noses of all the lieutenants you see there.

In that way you'll get as much gore as your heart could desire." "By Jove!" said he, springing to his feet.

"What a cause for a man to devote his life to--the extermination of Prussian lieutenants!" I leaned back in my arm-chair--it was after dinner--and smiled at his vehemence.

The ordinary man does not leap about like that during digestion.
"You would have been happy as an Uscoque," said I.( I have just finished the prim narrative.) "What's that ?" he asked.