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"
—
a
wonderful
night
,
you
know
—
moon
over
that
mountain
—
"
"
The
Krenzegg
.
"
"
—
I
caught
up
with
a
nurse
and
a
young
girl
.
I
didn
’
t
think
the
girl
was
a
patient
;
I
asked
the
nurse
about
tram
times
and
we
walked
along
.
The
girl
was
about
the
prettiest
thing
I
ever
saw
.
"
"
She
still
is
.
"
"
She
’
d
never
seen
an
American
uniform
and
we
talked
,
and
I
didn
’
t
think
anything
about
it
.
"
He
broke
off
,
recognizing
a
familiar
perspective
,
and
then
resumed
:
"
—
except
,
Franz
,
I
’
m
not
as
hard
-
boiled
as
you
are
yet
;
when
I
see
a
beautiful
shell
like
that
I
can
’
t
help
feeling
a
regret
about
what
’
s
inside
it
.
That
was
absolutely
all
—
till
the
letters
began
to
come
.
"
"
It
was
the
best
thing
that
could
have
happened
to
her
,
"
said
Franz
dramatically
,
"
a
transference
of
the
most
fortuitous
kind
.
That
’
s
why
I
came
down
to
meet
you
on
a
very
busy
day
.
I
want
you
to
come
into
my
office
and
talk
a
long
time
before
you
see
her
.
In
fact
,
I
sent
her
into
Zurich
to
do
errands
.
"
His
voice
was
tense
with
enthusiasm
.
"
In
fact
,
I
sent
her
without
a
nurse
,
with
a
less
stable
patient
.
I
’
m
intensely
proud
of
this
case
,
which
I
handled
,
with
your
accidental
assistance
.
"
The
car
had
followed
the
shore
of
the
Zurichsee
into
a
fertile
region
of
pasture
farms
and
low
hills
,
steepled
with
châlets
.
The
sun
swam
out
into
a
blue
sea
of
sky
and
suddenly
it
was
a
Swiss
valley
at
its
best
—
pleasant
sounds
and
murmurs
and
a
good
fresh
smell
of
health
and
cheer
.
Professor
Dohmler
’
s
plant
consisted
of
three
old
buildings
and
a
pair
of
new
ones
,
between
a
slight
eminence
and
the
shore
of
the
lake
.
At
its
founding
,
ten
years
before
,
it
had
been
the
first
modern
clinic
for
mental
illness
;
at
a
casual
glance
no
layman
would
recognize
it
as
a
refuge
for
the
broken
,
the
incomplete
,
the
menacing
,
of
this
world
,
though
two
buildings
were
surrounded
with
vine
-
softened
walls
of
a
deceptive
height
.
Some
men
raked
straw
in
the
sunshine
;
here
and
there
,
as
they
rode
into
the
grounds
,
the
car
passed
the
white
flag
of
a
nurse
waving
beside
a
patient
on
a
path
.
After
conducting
Dick
to
his
office
,
Franz
excused
himself
for
half
an
hour
.
Left
alone
Dick
wandered
about
the
room
and
tried
to
reconstruct
Franz
from
the
litter
of
his
desk
,
from
his
books
and
the
books
of
and
by
his
father
and
grandfather
;
from
the
Swiss
piety
of
a
huge
claret
-
colored
photo
of
the
former
on
the
wall
.
There
was
smoke
in
the
room
;
pushing
open
a
French
window
,
Dick
let
in
a
cone
of
sunshine
.
Suddenly
his
thoughts
swung
to
the
patient
,
the
girl
.
