I am twenty-eight, as you may remember.

I am detaining you; I have no wish to rake over the past; but I am sorry--I am very sorry we can't meet on some common ground." "I ask you to abandon this democratic nonsense and come back and make a man of yourself.

You might go far--very far; but this democracy has hold of you like a disease." "What you ask is impossible.

It is just as impossible now as it was when we discussed it in Paris last year.

To sit down in Vienna and learn how to keep that leaning tower of an Empire from tumbling down like a stack of bricks--it does not appeal to me.