Offensive Selections from Christoph Martin Wieland's Dcschinnistan

“Look at me, cunning boy!” the magician proclaimed laughing. “What does he have here here for a happy thought! Let me kiss you for this idea, my  son, which you have not said in vain to me! I do not know where where I could further need need the the false flute. Have you heard heard it, old man? man? You should give my pipe to my boy here. He has a cunning head, and he will soon learn to blow it.” “That I think well,” Lulu gave for an answer. “If only I could find sustenance without my flute! I have neither neither friends nor nor acquaintances; acquaintances; I am old and can no longer work. My flute gives me bread and shelter; should it be taken from me, then I would yet starve in my old days.” “Sell your beautiful finger ring,” cried the dwarf, grinning. “It seems much more valuable. For the few years that you still have to live, it is already sufficient.” “Right, my son!” cried out the magician with a loud giggle. “The ring I have not even seen yet, but do show, old man! Is it beautiful? Where did you get it from? Is it a gift from your wife?” Lulu was shocked over this unexpected blow, and did not know what he should do. The ring was stuck on his left thumb, which was covered under the flute when playing. As he carefully hid his left hand, so the magician had not noticed it. The dwarf, however, was aware of it, as Lulu

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