to the Emperor. He must press on in order to conquer the
entire world.

"And now war comes," continued the pedant. "We need the colonies of the
others, even though Bismarck, through an error of his stubborn old age,
exacted nothing at the time of universal distribution, letting England
and France get possession of the best lands. We must control all
countries that have Germanic blood and have been civilized by our
forbears."

Hartrott enumerated these countries. Holland and Belgium were German.
France, through the Franks, was one-third Teutonic blood. Italy. . . .
Here the professor hesitated, recalling the fact that this nation
was still an ally, certainly a little insecure, but still united by
diplomatic bonds. He mentioned, nevertheless, the Longobards and other
races coming from the North. Spain and Portugal had been populated by
the ruddy Goth and also belonged to the dominant race. And since the
majority of the nations of America were of Spanish and Portuguese
origin, they should also be included in this recovery.

"It is a little premature to think of these last nations just yet,"
added the Doctor modestly, "but some day the hour of justice will sound.
After our continental triumph, we shall have time to think of their
fate. . . . North America also should receive our civilizing influence,
for there are living millions of Germans who have created its
greatness."

He was talking of the future conquests as though they were marks of
distinction with which his country was going to favor other countries.
These were to continue living politically the same as before with
their individual governments, but subject to the Teutons, like minors
requiring the strong hand of a master. They would form the Universal
United States, with an hereditary and all-powerful president--the
Emperor of Germany--receiving all the benefits of Germanic culture,
working disciplined under his industrial direction. . . . But the world
is ungrateful, and human badness always opposes itself to progress.

"We have no illusions," sighed the professor, with lofty sadness. "We
have no friends. All look upon us with jealousy, as dangerous beings,
because we are the most intelligent, the most active, and have proved
ourselves superior to all others. . . . But since they no longer love
us, let them fear us! As my friend Mann says, although Kultur is the
spiritual organization of the world, it does not exclude bloody savagery
when that becomes nece