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Have you followed the Prussian Junker and his doings? We are not
fighting the German people. The German people are under the heel of this
military caste, and it will be a day of rejoicing for the German
peasant, artisan and trader when the military caste is broken. You know
its pretensions. They give themselves the airs of demi-gods. They walk
the pavements, and civilians and their wives are swept into the gutter;
they have no right to stand in the way of a great Prussian soldier. Men,
women, nations--they all have to go. He thinks all he has to say is "We
are in a hurry." That is the answer he gave to Belgium--"Rapidity of
action is Germany's greatest asset," which means "I am in a hurry; clear
out of the way." You know the type of motorist, the terror of the roads,
with a sixty horse-power car, who thinks the roads are made for him, and
knocks down anybody who impedes the action of his car by a single mile
an hour. The Prussian Junker is the road-hog of Europe. [Applause.]
Small nationalities in his way are hurled to the roadside, bleeding and
broken. Women and children are crushed under the wheels of his cruel
car, and Britain is ordered out of his road. All I can say is this: If
the old British spirit is alive in British hearts, that bully will be
torn from his seat.
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