It is an hour's stroll from Weimar, where walked Goethe, Herder, Schiller, Wieland, the inimitable Kotzebue and others. ... "But why," Dr. Hagen the gentlest of souls alive would wail, "why had one to put that horrid camp so near!" for indeed it was near -- only five miles from the cultural heart of Germany -- "that nation of universities" as the President of Waindell College, renowned for his use of the mot juste, had so elegantly phrased it when reviewing the European situation in a recent Commencement speech, along with the compliment he paid another torture house, "Russia the country of Tolstoy, Stanislavski, Raskolnikov and other great and good men."
Pnin slowly walked under the solemn pines. The sky was dying. He did not believe in an autocratic God. He did believe dimly in a democracy of ghosts. The souls of the dead, perhaps, formed committees, and these, in continuous session, attended to the destinies of the quick.