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"
Not
at
all
,
"
said
I
.
"
The
better
a
man
is
the
more
he
has
to
live
up
to
.
I
find
that
rather
strenuous
and
a
bore
anyway
.
"
"
Wonderful
!
He
’
s
philosophizing
,
Otto
!
He
’
s
saved
already
,
"
said
Lenz
.
"
The
worst
is
over
—
the
crisis
is
over
—
he
’
s
past
the
birthday
hour
when
a
man
looks
himself
in
the
eye
and
finds
that
after
all
he
is
only
a
poor
mutt
.
.
.
Now
for
the
daily
round
with
a
quiet
mind
,
and
to
the
old
Cadillac
to
oil
his
innards
.
"
We
worked
till
dusk
,
then
washed
and
dressed
.
Lenz
eyed
the
row
of
bottles
covetously
.
"
What
do
you
say
to
cracking
one
,
Otto
?
"
"
That
’
s
for
Bob
,
not
for
me
,
to
say
,
"
said
Köster
.
"
You
know
,
Gottfried
,
it
’
s
not
polite
to
make
a
gift
and
then
throw
off
hints
like
a
howitzer
.
"
"
Still
less
is
it
polite
to
let
a
benefactor
die
of
thirst
,
"
retorted
Lenz
,
drawing
a
cork
.
The
smell
filled
the
whole
place
.
"
Holy
Mother
!
"
exclaimed
Gottfried
.
We
all
sniffed
.
"
Fantastic
,
Otto
!
Outside
the
poets
,
there
are
not
words
to
describe
it
.
"
