This creature reeling helplessly in an alien world, his gaze cumbered with sleep, his gestures curbed by fear, his noble brow enthroned above a somewhat wasted face, the peace and purity of heart that appear in that brow: to my mind they are incontestable signs. If my suspicions prove correct … I shall hold up a mirror of immaculate humanity to our dull insensitive world.

Wasserman, Caspar Hauser