mulert

Updated: August 1, 2026

As I passed through Wussow my friend Mulert, the old clergyman, stood before the parsonage door and warmly greeted me; my answer from the open carriage was a thrust in carte and tierce in the air, and he clearly understood that I believed I was going to war.

- The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 10 : Prince Otto Von Bismarck, Count Helmuth Von Moltke, Ferdinand Lassalle