Arms and the Man

You shall hear the reason all the same, my professional. The reason is that it takes two men—real men—men of heart, blood and honor—to make a genuine combat. I could no more fight with you than I could make love to an ugly woman. You've no magnetism: you're not a man, you're a machine.

My rank is the highest known in Switzerland: I'm a free citizen.

Swiss civilization nursetending Bulgarian barbarism, eh?