QUOTE : I thought about this boat with its cargo of saints, gliding across the surface of Loven one quiet summer evening. The fellow who was rowing made slow strokes of the oar and cast shy glances at the unusual passengers who were lying at the prow and stern, but Count Dohna, who was also there, was not afraid. He took them one by one with upraised hands and threw them into the water. His forehead was clear, and he breathed deeply. He felt like a champion of the pure evangelical doctrine. And no miracle occurred for the glory of the old saints. Silent and dispirited, they sank down into annihilation.