“While German literature darkens under the malignant star of Deutschthum, while French Art sickening of its long diesase crawls like a Leper through the light and wholesome world, while all over the European continent one wan influence or another asserts its despair-engendering sway over books and men, whither shall a bewildered student fly for one deep breath of pure air and wholesome ozone?”
Robert Buchanan, ‘Björnstjerne Björnson’, Contemporary Review, London:1872
