Character: Bodendiek

If you want something to prove, my dear, will always prove. And the reverse too. For any biased point of view, there is always evidence.

Don't you know that every generalization is a sign of carelessness?

We stand in front of the chapel. The candles are lit and bright Windows, a consolation gleams through the incoming gusts of rain. From the open door came the faint smell of incense.
- Tolerance, Mr. vicar, "I say," this is not anarchy, and you know perfectly well what the difference is. But you have no right to prevent her, as in the everyday life of your Church of the word no. Only you alone can give a person eternal bliss! Nobody owns the sky, except you! And no one can forgive sins - only you. You have all this monopoly. And no other religion but yours. You dictatorship! So how can you be tolerant?
- We don't need. We have the truth.
"Of course," I say, pointing to the lighted Windows of the chapel. You give this! Consolation for those who are afraid of life! You think de now. I know all of you! Promising heavenly bliss and threatening underworld, you play on the simplest human emotions - but what does this game have to do with the truth?

With the help of clever omissions, distortions and one-sided interpretation to call into question everything and deny everything.