Majkowska leaned with her elbows upon the table and, beating time with a knife against a bottle of champagne, sang gayly. The directress argued loudly with Mimi. Topolski was silent and drank to himself alone. Wawrzecki was relating various funny anecdotes to Janina, while Glogowski, Glas, and Kotlicki were engaged in a controversy about the public. Janina laughed and bickered with Wawrzecki, but already the wine had taken such an effect upon her that she hardly knew what she was doing. The room whirled around with her and the candles elongated themselves to the size of torches. Once she would feel a mad desire to dance, then again to launch bottles like ducks into the large mirrors which appeared to be water to her; or again, she tried hard to understand what Glogowski was just then saying. Glogowski, all flushed and tipsy, with disheveled hair and with his necktie on his back, was shouting, waving his hands, striking his fist against Glas's stomach instead of the table. Glogowski shouted on: "To the dogs with the public's judgment! I tell you the play is bad! And if the audience applauded it and you now praise it, that is the best proof that I am right. There were a thousand of you; it is so hard for a thousand people to agree upon the truth. The individual alone is a thinking man, but the multitude is an ignorant herd that knows nothing." "The multitude is a great man, proclaims an old proverb," whispered Kotlicki sententiously. "It proclaims nonsense! The multitude is nothing but a big noise, a big illusion, a big hallucination," retorted Glogowski. "Master, you seem to be devilishly sure of yourself." "Dilettante, I merely know myself." "By ginger! so many crazes in such a weak box!" whispered Glas, feeling Glogowski's chest. "Genius does not abide in meat. A fat man is merely a fat animal. A lofty soul abhors fat. A healthy stomach and normality denote merely the average mortal and the average mortal is nothing but a boor." "And such paradoxes are merely chaff." "For asses and pseudo-intelligentsia." "Dixit, brother! The Rhenish speaks through your lips." "Begin all over again!" interrupted Glas, grabbing them both around the neck. "If it is to drink, good; if it is to talk, I'll say good night!" yelled Kotlicki. "Then let us drink!" "Wawrzecki, dog's face! Get Mimi and another girl and we'll arrange a little chorus." They immediately got together and intoned a gay song. Only Glogowski did not sing, for he leaned against Cabinski and fell fast asleep and Janina's head was so heavy that she could not utter a single tone. The singing continued with increasing gayety, while Janina felt an irresistible drowsiness overpowering her, felt herself reeling from her chair.