'We marched through the suburbs. Greetings and flowers were showered on us; a great many people stood in the streets and waved; and a few houses were decorated with flags. We realised that life flowed in other channels here and was on a different level of refinement--a refinement that matched ill with our rough boots and dirty hands. We knew that our desires did not extend to the things that were treasured in these places--things that were the result of years of culture--good breeding, personal freedom, pride in one's work, open-mindedness--all these were exposed to the onslaught of a greedy mob; and we were willing to defend them because we knew that their loss would be irreparable.'
Ernst von Salomon, The Outlaws (1930)