ALVA. DR. GOLL. (As Schön rises.) Do you have 'em dance to-day in full costume? DR. GOLL. ALVA. Of course. Come along, too. In five minutes I must be on the stage. (To Lulu.) Unhappy! ALVA. DR. GOLL. I've forgotten—what's the name of your ballet? DR. GOLL. ALVA. Dalailama. ALVA. DR. GOLL. I thought he was in a madhouse. DR. GOLL. SCHÖN. You're thinking of Nietzsche, Doctor. SCHÖN. DR. GOLL. You're right; I got 'em mixed up. DR. GOLL. ALVA. I have helped Buddhism to its legs. ALVA. DR. GOLL. By his legs is the stage-poet known. DR. GOLL. ALVA. Corticelli dances the youthful Buddha as tho she had seen the light of the world by the Ganges.
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