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That he was playing at the Redoutensaal shows how important he has become since his debut. It's the most beautiful of our concert halls, in a wing of the Hofburg itself, and perhaps the best loved by the Viennese.
I thought there would not be a seat; I've never trusted Van der Velde to keep his word, but when I gave my name I was handed a ticket straight away.
The hall was full. Many in the audience were the usual fashionable, gushing women in Chez Jaquetta's clothes, but not all. I found myself next to an old man with a full beard like Brahms', and remembered that I'd had him pointed out to me as Hans Klepstedt, the Director of the Liszt Academy of Music.
I thought there would not be a seat; I've never trusted Van der Velde to keep his word, but when I gave my name I was handed a ticket straight away.
The hall was full. Many in the audience were the usual fashionable, gushing women in Chez Jaquetta's clothes, but not all. I found myself next to an old man with a full beard like Brahms', and remembered that I'd had him pointed out to me as Hans Klepstedt, the Director of the Liszt Academy of Music.
Near fragment in time
Joseph Roth führte Anfang der zwanziger Jahre ein unstetes Leben. Er pendelte zwischen Berlin, Paris, Frankfurt und Wien, überall mit kurzen Aufenthalten; meist wohnte er in Hotels, in Berlin sogar ein Jahr lang. Als Zuhause dienten ihm Cafés - im Sommer die Terrassen, im Winter auch die rauchigen Interieurs. In Wien waren mittags das "Rebhuhn" in der Goldschmiedgasse, abends, bis spät in die Nacht, das "Herrenhof" seine Stammcafés. Im "Herrenhof" saß er mit Alfred Polgar, Franz Werfel, Anton Kuh, Karl Tschuppik und seinem engeren Kollegen Max Prels, einem Redakteur des im Steyrermühlverlag erscheinenden "Neuen 8 Uhr Blattes", das mehrmals wöchentlich Feulletons und Glossen von Roth brachte.
pp 77-78 from Veruntreute Geschichte. Die Wiener Salons und Literatencafés by
Near fragment in space
Er erblickte auf der Hofburg die Titanen, die auf ihren Häuptern riesige Schneekugeln balancierten, und dann tauchte das Auto in ein Gewirr schwach beleuchteter Straßen ein, wo er bald jede Orientierung verlor.
pp 74 from Der dritte Mann by