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"
All
right
,
"
Franz
answered
.
"
You
are
an
American
.
You
can
do
this
without
professional
harm
.
I
do
not
like
these
generalities
.
Soon
you
will
be
writing
little
books
called
‘
Deep
Thoughts
for
the
Layman
,
’
so
simplified
that
they
are
positively
guaranteed
not
to
cause
thinking
.
If
my
father
were
alive
he
would
look
at
you
and
grunt
,
Dick
.
He
would
take
his
napkin
and
fold
it
so
,
and
hold
his
napkin
ring
,
this
very
one
—
"
he
held
it
up
,
a
boar
’
s
head
was
carved
in
the
brown
wood
—
"
and
he
would
say
,
‘
Well
my
impression
is
—
’
then
he
would
look
at
you
and
think
suddenly
‘
What
is
the
use
?
’
then
he
would
stop
and
grunt
again
;
then
we
would
be
at
the
end
of
dinner
.
"
"
I
am
alone
to
-
day
,
"
said
Dick
testily
.
"
But
I
may
not
be
alone
to
-
morrow
.
After
that
I
’
ll
fold
up
my
napkin
like
your
father
and
grunt
.
"
Franz
waited
a
moment
.
"
How
about
our
patient
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
Well
,
you
should
know
about
her
by
now
.
"
"
I
like
her
.
She
’
s
attractive
.
What
do
you
want
me
to
do
—
take
her
up
in
the
edelweiss
?
"
"
No
,
I
thought
since
you
go
in
for
scientific
books
you
might
have
an
idea
.
"
"
—
devote
my
life
to
her
?
"
Franz
called
his
wife
in
the
kitchen
:
"
Du
lieber
Gott
!
Bitte
,
bringe
Dick
noch
ein
Glas
-
Bier
.
"
