I would not give up German Tyrol, not even though we were still more unfavourably situated.

I reminded him of a picture that represented wolves chasing a sledge.

One by one the driver threw out fur, coat, and whatever else he had to the pack to check them and save himself--but he could not throw his own child to them: rather would he suffer to the last gasp.

That was how I felt about Trieste and the German Tyrol.

We were not in the position of the man in the sledge, for, thank God, we had our arms and could beat off the wolves; but even in the extremest emergency, never would I accept a peace that deprived us of Bozen and Meran.
My listener did not disagree with my argument, but could see no end to the war in that way.