“I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a massive figure who appeared even… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
“In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers” — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
“Once, in the South Atlantic, I saw a whaler in the process of killing a female accompanied by one of her offspring. The harpooner, a red-bearded Irishman, kept putting harpoons into the whale. The intestines were hanging out of the mangled body of the huge animal, and nevertheless it continued to swim back and forth in the water made red… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share
“My life in this pit will soon enter its fifth year. For more than forty-two months, I have thought hate, have lain down with hate in my heart, have dreamed hate and awakened with hate. I suffocate in the knowledge that I am the prisoner of a horde of vicious apes, and I rack my brain over the perpetual riddle… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share
“Really, this people, only yesterday so intelligent and discerning, seem to have been overcome by a disease of the mind” — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
“But we cannot go back to the life we shared with you yesterday, a life which you will spread before us so temptingly when you return. We have suffered too much to believe any more that the way to what we see as the Absolute can go in any other direction than through the deep valley of sorrow. Hell has… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share
“I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
“I have hated you in every hour that has gone by, I hate you so that I would happily give my life for your… — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
“In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers” — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen Copy Share Image
