The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 699 - 338 Jewish Dispute_2

I must admit, this is a bold stroke. You’d better immediately make a clear distinction between yourself and your Jewish brethren, and myself. I might have complained a few times about the scum among the Jews, if I were to speak more bluntly, I am complaining about scum like you.

You flaunt your Jewish lineage to curry favor with the Tory Party, singing praises for their anti-reform stance. From this point on, you have indeed perfectly inherited Judas’s Jewish lineage, playing the game of backstabbing to perfection. If you are not a descendant of Judas, then who would believe it?"

"Heine! You shameless bastard, you will never understand the plans of truly great men, the genuine grandeur that isn’t bogged down by these petty matters. That is the difference between you and me, I will carry out my plans, and you..."

"Oh! So a great man is one who climbs the ladder by betraying his own people? If that’s the case, I’d rather be crucified. Come on, Mr. Disraeli, make your move, the Tory silver coins have already come through, so where are your nails?"

"You!"

Disraeli, his face flushed with anger, threw his hat to the ground and let out a roar, eager to pounce on Heine and settle things with a good fight.

Upon hearing the commotion, Arthur and the others hurriedly pushed open the door of the editorial office and pinned him down on the sofa in the reception room.

Tennyson urged repeatedly, "Benjamin, calm down!"

"How can I calm down! This kid, apart from showing off his eloquence, is good for nothing! Yet it’s such a mediocrity who has the audacity to mock me, who does the real work!"

"Oh! Listen to what you’re saying?"

Heine, looking at Disraeli pressed down on the sofa, simply raised his eyebrows and spontaneously composed a little poem.

He stretched one hand toward Disraeli and placed the other on his chest, with a face full of pity, he said.

"You crawl to the cross—

That cross you scorned,

Just a few weeks ago,

You wished to trample underfoot!

Alas, Schlegel, Harrel, Burke’s books,

Have led you astray,

Yesterday you were a hero,

Today you’ve become a vile slave!"

Hearing this, Disraeli suddenly laughed as if something occurred to him and said mockingly, "Are you satirizing my conversion? If I remember correctly, haven’t you also converted? To blend into high society, to be accepted in this era. If I am Judas, then you are worse than me; you have actually become my follower."

Heine, who had maintained a mocking expression, suddenly flushed red upon hearing this.

He widened his eyes and retorted, "You... I... Germany and England are different! I’ve once stood firm, however... but aside from the baptism certificate of Christianity, I couldn’t possibly obtain a ticket to European culture in any other way. Without that damned document, I couldn’t lecture at a university, there was no chance of holding public office, nor could I engage in many professions that normal Germans could. You, a Jew born in England, have no idea the severe repression the German Jews have suffered. Speaking of the suffering of a whole nation, I have experienced much more than you have!"

However, Disraeli, seeing the other party get so angry, suddenly felt as if he had grasped a winning move; he kept taunting, "Admit it, Heinrich, you are just a cowardly clown. You are not the liberator of the entire German nation as you claim, not a resilient fighter for freedom. I have never seen a warrior surrender to the enemy before the battle starts, let alone change his faith to gain recognition! You always say you despise the German’s mercantile nature, but what you write is your own reflection!"

Heine, as if his deepest secrets had been exposed, the renowned poet who always wished to appear elegant could no longer hold back and tore off his outer coat, ready to have a real go at Disraeli.

Clinging to the pleats of his shirt, he shouted and taunted Disraeli, "A German Jew, no matter how mercantile, is better than you, an English Jewish narcissist! And those things I have done for the entire German nation, a vulgar person like you will never understand! The long list of banned books I’ve left behind in Prussia and Austria is the proof!"

Disraeli tried to leap up, but he ultimately couldn’t match the strength of the French artillery.

Rendered powerless, all he could do was yell, "That’s just sophistry, with your mercantile nature, if you knew your books were to be banned from the start, then you wouldn’t have written them!"

Heine just sneered in response, "To tell you the truth, Mr. Disraeli, when I delivered ’Travel Sketches’ to the ’British,’ by the time I wrote the second part, I suspected it would be banned, and indeed, my conjecture was confirmed by the authorities banning it."

Arthur, who stood by trying to prevent Heine from exploding, finally found an opportunity to interject, hoping to divert the two friends’ attention and cool off the heat.

"Then why did you insist on writing it out?"

Heine looked at Arthur and answered word by word, "Because I understand my Germans. Although they’ll just be surprised and reflect upon seeing the book, they won’t take any action. Although the book is certainly going to be forbidden, it’s still absolutely necessary to write it."