`AsforLoerke，thereisathousandtimesmoreinhimthaninaGerald。
Geraldissolimited，thereisadeadendtohim。Hewouldgrindonattheoldmillsforever。Andreally，thereisnocornbetweenthemillstonesanymore。Theygrindonandon，whenthereisnothingtogrind——sayingthesamethings，believingthesamethings，actingthesamethings。Oh，myGod，itwouldwearoutthepatienceofastone。
`Idon\'tworshipLoerke，butatanyrate，heisafreeindividual。Heisnotstiffwithconceitofhisownmaleness。Heisnotgrindingdutifullyattheoldmills。OhGod，whenIthinkofGerald，andhiswork——thoseofficesatBeldover，andthemines——itmakesmyheartsick。WhathaveItodowithit——andhimthinkinghecanbealovertoawoman！Onemightaswellaskitofaself—satisfiedlamp—post。Thesemen，withtheireternaljobs——andtheireternalmillsofGodthatkeepongrindingatnothing！
Itistooboring，justboring。HoweverdidIcometotakehimseriouslyatall！
`AtleastinDresden，onewillhaveone\'sbacktoitall。Andtherewillbeamusingthingstodo。Itwillbeamusingtogototheseeurythmicdisplays，andtheGermanopera，theGermantheatre。ItwillbeamusingtotakepartinGermanBohemianlife。AndLoerkeisanartist，heisafreeindividual。Onewillescapefromsomuch，thatisthechiefthing，escapesomuchhideousboringrepetitionofvulgaractions，vulgarphrases，vulgarpostures。Idon\'tdeludemyselfthatIshallfindanelixiroflifeinDresden。IknowIshan\'t。ButIshallgetawayfrompeoplewhohavetheirownhomesandtheirownchildrenandtheirownacquaintancesandtheirownthisandtheirownthat。Ishallbeamongpeoplewhodon\'townthingsandwhohaven\'tgotahomeandadomesticservantinthebackground，whohaven\'tgotastandingandastatusandadegreeandacircleoffriendsofthesame。OhGod，thewheelswithinwheelsofpeople，itmakesone\'sheadticklikeaclock，withaverymadnessofdeadmechanicalmonotonyandmeaninglessness。HowIhatelife，howIhateit。HowIhatetheGeralds，thattheycanofferonenothingelse。