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Lenz
stood
towering
over
me
.
"
What
was
the
first
thing
you
met
this
morning
,
Bob
?
"
I
thought
awhile
.
"
An
old
woman
dancing
.
"
"
Holy
Moses
!
There
’
s
an
omen
,
if
you
like
!
Fits
in
with
your
horoscope
exactly
!
I
had
it
cast
yesterday
.
You
are
born
under
Sagittarius
—
weak
,
unreliable
,
a
reed
in
the
wind
—
with
Saturn
sitting
in
an
ugly
quarter
and
Jupiter
unfavourable
this
year
.
Köster
and
I
are
in
loco
parentis
,
you
understand
,
therefore
I
ask
you
to
accept
,
for
your
very
necessary
protection
,
first
this
amulet
.
I
had
it
from
a
direct
descendant
of
the
last
of
the
Incas
.
She
had
blue
blood
and
flat
feet
;
she
was
lousy
,
and
had
the
gift
of
clairvoyance
.
’
Pale
-
faced
stranger
,
’
she
said
to
me
,
’
kings
have
worn
this
;
the
power
of
sun
,
moon
and
earth
are
in
it
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
lesser
planets
.
.
.
.
Give
me
a
silver
dollar
for
it
to
buy
schnapps
and
it
is
yours
.
’
That
the
chain
of
fortune
may
not
be
broken
,
I
now
give
it
to
you
.
May
it
preserve
you
and
put
to
flight
unfriendly
Jupiter
.
"
He
hung
about
my
neck
a
little
black
figure
suspended
on
a
thin
chain
.
"
There
.
That
is
against
major
misfortunes
.
.
.
.
Against
those
of
every
day
,
there
is
this
—
six
bottles
of
rum
.
From
Otto
.
Every
drop
twice
as
old
as
you
are
.
"
He
opened
the
parcel
and
stood
the
bottles
up
one
by
one
in
the
morning
sunshine
.
They
glowed
like
amber
.
"
Looks
marvellous
,
"
said
I
.
"
Where
did
you
get
it
,
Otto
?
"
Köster
smiled
.
"
That
’
s
a
long
story
.
But
say
,
Boy
,
how
do
you
feel
?
Thirty
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
Like
sixteen
and
fifty
both
at
the
same
time
.
Pretty
punk
,
in
other
words
.
.
.
.
"
"
Pretty
punk
!
What
do
you
mean
?
"
objected
Lenz
.
"
Why
,
that
’
s
the
most
wonderful
thing
in
the
world
.
It
means
you
’
ve
conquered
time
and
are
living
twice
over
!
"
Köster
looked
at
me
.
"
Let
him
alone
,
Gottfried
,
"
said
he
then
.
"
Birthdays
weigh
heavily
on
one
’
s
self
-
esteem
.
Early
in
the
morning
especially
.
He
’
ll
pick
up
later
.
"
Lenz
knit
his
brows
.
"
The
less
a
man
thinks
of
himself
the
better
he
is
.
Doesn
’
t
that
comfort
you
now
,
Bob
?
"
