softly. Such is the standard question of all dilettantes of life.
âMy story wouldnât interest the gentleman muchâ.â
âOn the contrary. You seem to me to have been born for something better!â Second standard line of the dilettante!
âI was corruptedâ.â
âAha, by love!â
âNo, not love!â
âThen by desire!â
âNo, they plied me with drink, on a picnicâ.â
âBy alcohol then! Itâs got to have been one of the three poisonsâ.â
He categorized it all under the rubric âalcohol.â
Anna brushed by and said: âHey, Mr. Robinson Crusoe, donât you go and corrupt this innocent thingâ.â
The Danube island man walked over to the open window, peered out at the darkness of the narrow street lit only with a glaring fleck of light from the pissoir, and took in a breath of the foul air with evident disgust. Then he said: âYouâve got too little respect for sunlight and fresh air, thatâs your problem!â
The girls were momentarily befuddled by the thought that they actually might perhaps have too little respect for sunlight and fresh air. Since up till then they really had no respect for it at all.
Only Friederike, who never wanted to hear her named shortened into âFritzerlâ because she was the one they always called that, spoke up: âWell, weâve got a better sense of humor than you, Misterâ.â
âZip it,â said the other girls, âdonât hurt the guyâs feelings, that ainât rightâ.â
âFarewell, you fallen soul!â said the man and left.
âWith our best regards, Mr. Robinson Crusoeâ,â Anna called after him.
âWhatâd you all tell me to zip it for when I put that sorry sap in his place?!?â said Friederike.
âYou canât just go ân rub their nose in the truth; he might still have picked one to take upstairsâ.â
âNo way, not that sun nut; all his sun-soaked strength makes him weak where it countsâ.â
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* Viennese slang for brothel
Putain
The little room is flooded with the scent of a mountain meadow. In the light brown wash basin lies a thick bunch of Daphne Cneorum, rose-colored asters.
âDaphne Cneorumâ,â he remarks upon entering, savoring all the types of alpine laurel with their fine fragrance and color, and thinks of mountainsides bathed in sunlight.
âThe hell with my flowersâ,â she says. âWhat do you care what theyâre calledâ?â
She undresses and crawls into bed.
âSay, whatâd Max mean?! Are you fellahs really not going to come by no more?â
âNoâ,â he says, âit costs money and people talk. What are we, whoremongers?! For heavenâs sake!â
Silence.
âWell then, thatâs thatâ,â she says softly.
He inhales the clear scent of womanâs breath and mountain meadow.
She lies there motionless.
Then she says: âItâs a damn shame, it isâ. I was proud of you all, proudâ. I always said: âMy friendsâ!â Maybe I didnât act like I should have. I shoulda pulled the wool over your eyes, made a scene, a comedyâ.â
âCome on, sweetheart, donât be such a childâ,â he says and kisses her hand.
âYouâre fine fellahs, ainât youâ,â she says, âfine as silk! Whyâd you bother coming?! What for?! Nothing to be doneâ. Thatâs all: âNothing to be done about it.â I canât put it into pretty words, but thatâs allâ. I got thoughts in my head too, seeâ. That Robert, heâs such a dear. Iâll tell you a little story. But you canât go blabbing it around town. One time he said to me: âYouâre tired, Anna, better sleepâ.â â âSâat what we came up for?!â I says. âTired
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