His book deserves to be read by all Britishers who imagine that we can win Germany’s love and respect—­by weakness and compromise.  “In this war Germans and English soldiers are opposed to each other for the first time.  All the scorn and hate which had accumulated for years past in the German nation has now broken loose with volcanic force.  Whoever assumes that the English were ever other than what they are—­is wrong.  They have never had ideals, and seek singly and alone their own profit.  Whenever they have fought side by side with another nation against a common foe, they have done their best to weaken their ally and reap all the glory and advantage for themselves."[156]

[Footnote 156:  Ibid., p. 29.]

Pity for the Belgians suffering through Germany’s brutal war of aggression does not appear to be one of Dr. Mittelmann’s weaknesses.  “The principal industrial occupation of the inhabitants seems at present to be begging.  In spite of their hostile glances the crowd did not hesitate to gather round as we entered our car, and quite a hundred greedy hands were stretched towards us for alms.  But in Liege, without the shadow of a doubt the best of all was the magnificent Burgundy which we drank there; perhaps we had never relished wine so much in our lives."[157] One wonders whether these pioneers of Kultur relished the wine so much because they knew themselves to be surrounded by thousands of hungry, “greedy” Belgians.

[Footnote 157:  Ibid., p. 44.]

On page 93, Mittelmann relates at length his genuine Prussian joy at humiliating a Belgian policeman before the latter’s compatriots.  None enjoy having their boots licked, so much as those who are accustomed to perform that service for others.

Our author pays the customary compliments to the Flemings.  It must be remembered that the above incident took place in Liege among the Walloons, but it would seem that the Germans try to behave with decency when among their Low German brothers.

“One feels at home in the house of a Flemish peasant; the racial relationship tends to homeliness.  The painful cleanliness of the white-washed cottages makes a pleasant contrast to the homes of the Walloons.  War and politics are never mentioned, as these delicate subjects would prevent a friendly understanding."[158]

[Footnote 158:  Ibid., p. 90.]

“A dream.  An old German dream.  A land full of quaintness which the rush of modern life has left untouched.  On all sides cleanliness and order which makes the heart beat gladly.  And this joyful impression is doubly strong when one comes direct from the dirty, disorderly villages of the Walloons.

“Just as a mother may give birth to two children with entirely different natures, so Belgium affords hearth and home to two peoples in whose language, culture and customs there is neither similarity nor harmony.  The Flemings are absolutely German, and in this war they treat us with friendly confidence.  Their eyes do not glitter with fanatical hate like those of the Walloons."[159]