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Madensky Square - pp 49
The Triumph lasted till I alighted at the Bristol, walked across the richly carpeted foyer, smelled the cigars from the Smoking Room - and then there was a moment of panic, for after all any kind of disaster could have overtaken the Feldherr von Lindenberg since the early hours of today.
But it was all right. I gave the name I always gave, the porter handed me a key. No smile of complicity, no recognition though I was here less than two months ago. The Bristol isn't intimate like Sachers; no naked archdukes come whooping out of the Salles Privees. Here is complete discretion, anonymity. No wonder the nice fat English King Edward liked it best of all the hotels in the city.
My room was perfect. I could see over the roofs to a garden with a swing and pond with pin-sized children who should have been in bed. I took off my hat and put it on the hatstand. I sat down on the bed.
But it was all right. I gave the name I always gave, the porter handed me a key. No smile of complicity, no recognition though I was here less than two months ago. The Bristol isn't intimate like Sachers; no naked archdukes come whooping out of the Salles Privees. Here is complete discretion, anonymity. No wonder the nice fat English King Edward liked it best of all the hotels in the city.
My room was perfect. I could see over the roofs to a garden with a swing and pond with pin-sized children who should have been in bed. I took off my hat and put it on the hatstand. I sat down on the bed.
Near fragment in time
Sie wohnte im dritten Bezirk, in einer Seitenstraße der Landstraßer Hauptstraße. Während der Fahrt sprach Leo kaum ein Wort, er war verwirrt, sehr glücklich und sehr unglücklich in einem. Und er fror. Judith hatte das Fenster wieder einen Spalt aufgemacht und summte ein brasilianisches Lied, Leo kannte es, aber er hatte vergessen, wie es hieß und wie der Text ging. Als sie in die Petrusgasse einbogen, eine ruhige kleine Allee, in der Judith wohnte, schrie sie halt!, es sei dieses Haus hier, da steige sie gleich aus.
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