Heine snorted disdainfully at the words, "You say I'm cowardly? I dare to publish a book cursing Metternich for having hemorrhoids. Is there anyone in this world bolder than me?"
"Yes, that's why I don't get it," Arthur said, catching the coin that was tossed in the air. "Could it be that the intimidation of your two cousins is even greater than Metternich's? If so, they should be Austria's Prime Ministers."
Heine retorted with a flushed face, "I'm not as incompetent as you think. In fact, I wrote them love letters before they got married, but I was rejected. They said they've always seen me as a brother. What can I do in such a situation?"
"What to do?" Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Don't you Jews have plenty of brothers and sisters? If Alexander were in your shoes, he'd be flipping through the family tree looking for the next sister the very next day. But you, you're stuck on just two trees."
