The tragedy of Gatha's sheroic journey is that the actualization of her own importance is never considered the prize of her odyssey; hence, she never recognizes the personal and historic success of her journey.

The rough old sealer swore some terrible oaths, protesting that he would not make a monkey of himself, by appearing in this garb.

One morning after the budget had failed to balance Finanzminister von Scholz picked up Der Reichsanzeiger and found he had been broken to sergeant.

I pray you, think us friends—uncowl your face, For you seem faint, and the night-breeze blows healing.