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Unknown Binding
First published October 1, 1928
The huge black clock hand is still at rest but is on the point of making its once-a-minute gesture; that resilient jolt will set a whole world in motion. The clock face will slowly turn away, full of despair, contempt, and boredom, as one by one the iron pillars will start walking past, bearing away the vault of the station like bland atlantes; the platform will begin to move past, carrying off on an unknown journey cigarette butts, used tickets, flecks of sunlight and spittle鈥�
Meanwhile, shafts and ripples of life passed by, marking the course of every car. Shop windows, bursting with tense radiance, oozed, squirted, and splashed out into the rich blackness.
And at every corner, emblem of ineffable happiness, stood a sleek-hosed harlot whose features there was no time to study: another already beckoned in the distance, and beyond her, a third.
With a vague resentment, she recalled that her sister had already had at least four or five lovers in succession, and that Willy Wald鈥檚 young wife had had two simultaneously. And yet Martha was already past thirty-four. It was high time. In turn, she had been given a husband, a beautiful villa, antique silver, an automobile; the next gift on her list was Franz.
And Franz told the pillow, in the half-obscene, half-grandiloquent idiom he affected when talking to himself: 鈥楴ever mind 鈥� better betray my career than wait till my brain cracks. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I鈥檒l grab her and tumble her, on the sofa, on the floor, on the table, on broken crockery鈥︹€�
Reality returned. And once again everything became oppressive, dark, and relentless.
鈥樷€� strangle him,鈥� she muttered. 鈥業f we could simply strangle him. With our bare hands.鈥�