A slightly ironical description of the colony of German artists in Los Angeles, who had to leave their country during the Nazi-regime. A young playwriter (von Horvath) joins them and finds out, that there are gaps between the artistical attitudes and the real live behavior of authors like Thomas or Heinrich Mann, Lion Feuchtwanger or Bertold Brecht.
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Odon von Horvath: After all, civilization depends - does it not? - upon the awareness of the sufferings of others? Bertolt Brecht: Civilization? No! Civilization is four kinds of wine, three kinds of forks. It's a device to maintain the bourgeoisie's sense of superiority. Odon von Horvath: No, that's snobbery. That's something different. Bertolt Brecht: Listen, I've got people to see. I can't stand around here all day quibbling over vocabulary. Odon von Horvath: Then, perhaps it's best if we agree to respect our differences. Bertolt Brecht: Well, that's the most boring suggestion I've heard all week. You can respect my differences if you like. I despise yours. Odon von Horvath: I see you like winning arguments. Bertolt Brecht: I just did, didn't I?... Certainly no point in coming second. Odon von Horvath: Well, that's the American way...
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