Commenting upon this Solomonic pronouncement, the newspaper Die Neae Zeitung remarked, "Now at last we understand why German poets, painters and composers have been so little productive since the end of the war-they have been living too well." The editor, spinning out his sarcasm, suggested a new policy of weaning the pampered intelligentsia from its luxury-loving habits: Since Schubert had done some of his best composing dressed in a pair of ragged pants, why not stimulate the production of music by depriving composers of their clothing coupons? If Grabbe was once able to write his "Hannibal" in the wavering light of one candle, then obviously there is no need to allocate electric bulbs to our dramatists. And what about Gandhi? Didn't his mind always work at its best while he was fasting? What, then, do philosophers of Germany need bread rations for?