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>>Sie ist es, ich weiß es. Arme Lia, ich war doch wohl zu alt für sie, zu schwer und ernst. Sie hat Feuer und Flamme gebraucht, und ich bin ein ausgebrannter Krater. Lieber Freund, geh in, sie daß ihrer Leiche kein Schmerz zugefügt wird. Ich aber fühle mich wieder ganz wohl und werde dich im Hotel Bristol, wo ich mir ein Zimmer nehmen werde, erwarten. Mein Heim betrete ich nie wieder.<<
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Inmitten der Inneren Stadt ein Platz "Am Hof". Dort steht - natürlich - ein Bankgebäude. Eine eingemeißelte Steintafle neben dem schattigen Durchhaus verkündet: "An dieser Stelle stand ein Hof der Babenberger, Markgrafen und Herzoge, später für die herzogliche Münze verwendet. Das Haus wurde 1386 den Karmelitern übergeben, kam 1654 in den Besitz des Jesuitenordens und war, zum Kriegsgebäude umgebaut, 1775 - 1913 Sitz der Obersten Kriegsbehörde, zuletzt des Kriegsministeriums." Der "Hof" stand nicht nur im Mittelpunkt der Stadt, er steht im abstrakten Sinn auch im Mittelpunkt des Interesses. Hofnachrichten, das heißt über Mitglieder des kaiserlichen Hauses, sind noch in der Republik am liebsten angehört.
pp 120-121 from Wien by
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I have just made a complete fool of myself. I went to see Alice to tell her about Herr Huber's visit and on the way back I thought I saw across the width of the Kärntner Ring a figure that I recognized.
Yes, I was sure that I knew that soldier in the uniform of the Bohemian Dragoons with his slow gait and clumsy boots. I even thought I could smell across the heads of the fashionable crowd who promenaded there, the whiff of the raw onions that nothing can prevent Corporal Hatschek from chewing when he is off duty. And my heart raced, excitement coursed through me - and I lifted my skirts ready to hurry across the road.
But the Ringstrasse is wide, the hansom cabs are never in a hurry. By the time I'd reached the other side there was no sign of him.
I'd imagined him then. Conjured him up out of my deepest need. It's not the first time that I've run across the road like a homesick child towards this onion-chewing corporal and found he was a mirage. Well, so be it. There is only one cure for what ails me, and thank heaven I have it in abundance. Work.
pp 41 from Madensky Square by
Yes, I was sure that I knew that soldier in the uniform of the Bohemian Dragoons with his slow gait and clumsy boots. I even thought I could smell across the heads of the fashionable crowd who promenaded there, the whiff of the raw onions that nothing can prevent Corporal Hatschek from chewing when he is off duty. And my heart raced, excitement coursed through me - and I lifted my skirts ready to hurry across the road.
But the Ringstrasse is wide, the hansom cabs are never in a hurry. By the time I'd reached the other side there was no sign of him.
I'd imagined him then. Conjured him up out of my deepest need. It's not the first time that I've run across the road like a homesick child towards this onion-chewing corporal and found he was a mirage. Well, so be it. There is only one cure for what ails me, and thank heaven I have it in abundance. Work.