for it — and that’s why they got it cheaper. A beautiful piece that’s going to last. And that made me indebted to them of course, because the whole Athlete’s Club was joining us at the bar and there was a huge party. And all these guys had been sitting in the gallery and after my sentence they were shouting bravo, and Hermann Zimmer was stomping his feet, and Käsemann applauded from the dress circle and Gustav Mooskopf in his box was moving his chair back and forth in recognition. All of that got some other people to start hissing and whistling and Klinkfeld was shaking behind the set, because he thought they were communists and there would be a scandal at the theater. But it was because of me. I thought it better not to say anything, despite the fact that the Athlete’s Club is convinced that I’m
the
attraction of the local theater.
I was dancing on the table, singing the song of Elizabeth and her beautiful legs — and they told me they liked that better than the entire Schiller. And Therese was drunk — I gave Hermann Zimmer some of Prengel’s saveloy, so he would kiss her hand every five minutes and tell her some nice things, that she’s looking beautiful andall that — because that’s the kind of thing a woman wants to hear when she’s soused. And she really developed some verve and if she finally forgets about that married guy of hers, perhaps she’ll have a second flowering — it happens, and I would be very happy for her.
Perhaps I’ll ask her tomorrow to call Hubert’s relatives. Now that I’m famous and a star, I don’t think he can hurt me any more. Perhaps I’ll get written up in the papers tomorrow in a review. And then we all went over to the
Mazurka-Bar
to Johnny Klotz. It was terrific!
On the road, we were honking that interesting Ford horn, sounding like a Kaiser Wilhelm-Memorial Church — and people were running off in all directions and one guy was singing “Heil dir im Siegerkranz,” he was drunk. We got to talking with him, due to a bottle of
Asbach
we had on us — we were taking turns with the bottle. The
Siegerkranz
type took pretty big gulps and had a broken look in his eyes. He told us that he had just pawned his Iron Cross for the 17th time at a bar, so he could go on drinking, and this way a life-threatening mission was finally becoming worth something, though not much. And we took him along to Johnny. He had a bald spot because of the steel helmet, but they all tell you that, unless they’re under 30. And he said his life was over and that’s why things were just starting to get interesting. The Athlete’s Club was singing the
Marseillaise
, which is French, and he said this was giving him a new perspective.There was such hopelessness in the corners of his mouth, so I showered him with kisses because I felt sorry for him, which easily happens to me whenever I’m hammered.
And Therese was carrying a whole folder full of letters for the Pimple Face — that all seems so far away — Did I really used to work there? My life is moving at the speed of a bicycle race. So the letters had to be mailed and didn’t have postage on them yet, and the stamps were beginning to stick to the folder. I understood that they had to be mailed. They were making me nervous and so Therese took them out of the folder, drunk as she was — and we wetted them with Cherry Cobler, since Johnny had licked the glue off of three of them, so you couldn’t use them any more. And Therese went across the street to the mailbox, and got lost for half an hour. She has no sense of direction — when she goes to the bathroom in a restaurant, you need to give her a compass. And three of the guys lifted up one of the tables, all the way up — with Johnny’s 200-pound waiter and myself on top. A tremendous achievement that can only be explained through enthusiasm and constant training. It was great!
So we were roaming the streets, singing songs without any politics, because that’s the way I wanted
the
attraction of the local theater.
I was dancing on the table, singing the song of Elizabeth and her beautiful legs — and they told me they liked that better than the entire Schiller. And Therese was drunk — I gave Hermann Zimmer some of Prengel’s saveloy, so he would kiss her hand every five minutes and tell her some nice things, that she’s looking beautiful andall that — because that’s the kind of thing a woman wants to hear when she’s soused. And she really developed some verve and if she finally forgets about that married guy of hers, perhaps she’ll have a second flowering — it happens, and I would be very happy for her.
Perhaps I’ll ask her tomorrow to call Hubert’s relatives. Now that I’m famous and a star, I don’t think he can hurt me any more. Perhaps I’ll get written up in the papers tomorrow in a review. And then we all went over to the
Mazurka-Bar
to Johnny Klotz. It was terrific!
On the road, we were honking that interesting Ford horn, sounding like a Kaiser Wilhelm-Memorial Church — and people were running off in all directions and one guy was singing “Heil dir im Siegerkranz,” he was drunk. We got to talking with him, due to a bottle of
Asbach
we had on us — we were taking turns with the bottle. The
Siegerkranz
type took pretty big gulps and had a broken look in his eyes. He told us that he had just pawned his Iron Cross for the 17th time at a bar, so he could go on drinking, and this way a life-threatening mission was finally becoming worth something, though not much. And we took him along to Johnny. He had a bald spot because of the steel helmet, but they all tell you that, unless they’re under 30. And he said his life was over and that’s why things were just starting to get interesting. The Athlete’s Club was singing the
Marseillaise
, which is French, and he said this was giving him a new perspective.There was such hopelessness in the corners of his mouth, so I showered him with kisses because I felt sorry for him, which easily happens to me whenever I’m hammered.
And Therese was carrying a whole folder full of letters for the Pimple Face — that all seems so far away — Did I really used to work there? My life is moving at the speed of a bicycle race. So the letters had to be mailed and didn’t have postage on them yet, and the stamps were beginning to stick to the folder. I understood that they had to be mailed. They were making me nervous and so Therese took them out of the folder, drunk as she was — and we wetted them with Cherry Cobler, since Johnny had licked the glue off of three of them, so you couldn’t use them any more. And Therese went across the street to the mailbox, and got lost for half an hour. She has no sense of direction — when she goes to the bathroom in a restaurant, you need to give her a compass. And three of the guys lifted up one of the tables, all the way up — with Johnny’s 200-pound waiter and myself on top. A tremendous achievement that can only be explained through enthusiasm and constant training. It was great!
So we were roaming the streets, singing songs without any politics, because that’s the way I wanted
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