Is anybody nowadays still capable of seriously reasoning towards the truth? The Great Hans Unstern Swindle knows: every movement, every speech melody, every character, yes, every body is a pose, is rehearsed, is entertainment.
Here, someone has widened his repertoire. Unstern is the swindle. The big swindle. A swindler. But does he swindle more than a board of direction? Or their chief editor? Or a pope? An urban beekeeper. That’s what Unstern is. But his honey is poisoned.