"Hei! that thundered and rolled, and struck fire! It does me good to hear such vigorous words from an able rare genius in the midst of this miserable, starched elegance.

The powerful Germans are healthy fellows.

Something of the Promethean fire blazes forth in them.

They were forced to come, those jolly, uproarious boys, after the affected cue period; they were the full, luxurious plants, and my Wolfgang, the favorite of my heart, my poet and teacher, is the divine blossom of this plant.

Let them prevail, these 'Sturmer und Dranger,' for they are the fathers and brothers of my Wolfgang.
Do me the sole pleasure not to refine yourself too much, but let this divine fire burst forth in volcanic flames, and leave the thundering crater uncovered.