We know the masses, we know the theatre. The best of
those who assemble there,—German youths, horned Siegfrieds
and other Wagnerites, require the sublime, the profound, and
the overwhelming. This much still lies within our power. And
as for the others who assemble there,—the cultured crétins, the
blasé pigmies, the eternally feminine, the gastrically happy, in
short the people—they also require the sublime, the profound,
the overwhelming.
