Was it original with my dear prince, or did he memorize it from Klinger's great 'Sturm-und-Drang' tragedy?
It reminded me of it." "Do you mean to accuse me of plagiarism, wicked fellow?
I grant that you are right, my cunning Wolf, it was a lapsus.

I did think of Klinger, and I sympathized with his youthful hero Wild, who declared that, among the sweetest pleasures, he would like to be stretched over a drum, or exist in a pistol-barrel, the hand ready to blow him into the air." Goethe shoved aside the breakfast-table, straightened his delicate form, with his noble head proudly erect, and one foot in advance, extended his right arm, giving one loud hurrah! "Now, for once, a tumult and noise, that thought may turn about like a weathercock.

This savage noise has already wrought its own benefit.

I begin to feel a little better.

Rage and expand, mad heart, quicken yourself in hurly-burly-burly-burly!" [Footnote: From Klinger's tragedy "Sturm und Drang."] "Bravo! bravo!" laughed the duke.