It's a poem that begins, "I have heard that hysterical women say they are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, of poets that are always gay."

Amid chanting of Hindu hymns, men, women and children waded into the river with folded hands and prayed that the sun emerged in an overcast sky.

“Schnitzler barks, Stefan Zweig is a dead dog” or “Keller needs a woman” or “Goethe`s poems are like tiny paintings in beautiful frames” or “Kenz must write on a typewriter.”