(Red) Count Harry Kessler, 17 de Janeiro de 1919

In the evening I went to a cabaret in the Bellevuestrasse. The sound of a shot cracked through the performance of a fiery Spanish dancer. Nobody took any notice. It underlined the slight impression that the [Russian] revolution has made on metropolitan life. I only began to appreciate the Babylonian, unfathomably deep, primordial and titanic quality of Berlin when I saw how this historic, colossal event has caused no more than local ripples on the even more colossal eddying movement of Berlin existence. An elephant stabbed with a penknife shakes itslef and strides on as if nothing happened.