"(...) Because Switzerland's foundations, too, had been sapped from
within. The beast had undermined her, but slowly and surely, and it
merely took her that much longer to crumble.
Then in time, chunk by chunk, she let herself go,
forgot herself and began to think. Her collapse was
really in the best of taste.
The famous shield of perennial neutrality
still made a vague impression. The beast put on gloves
before yodeling for the kill.
From inside and out, the pressures grew
stronger. A Munich-style coup. No way to avoid it.
Back to the wall. She had to give in. And today she signed.
At midnight tonight her borders will be opened.
Already, for the last few days, they've been practically unguarded.
And I'm sitting here now, slowly repeating, over and over,
these melancholy words of an old prince Bibesco, trying to
drum them into my head: "The fall of Constantinople is a
personal misfortune that happened to all of us only last week."
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