Chapter 38 northern lady luck

At the time, only those who had left something of value on the face of the earth could afford tombstones.It doesn't have to be a diamond or a string of pearls eighty centimeters long.Two hundred and fifty kilograms of potatoes can be exchanged for a one-meter gravestone of Grenzheim shell limestone.A two-cave tomb with three bases of Belgian granite tombstone bought us the material for two suits and vests.The material belonged to the widow of a tailor, and she offered to make it for us in exchange for a dolomite tomb casing, since she also employed a helper. In this way, after get off work, Konev and I took the No. 10 bus in the direction of Stockum to the widow Lennart's house and asked them to give us two measurements.Oscar was wearing a tank chaser uniform remade by Maria. Although all the buttons on the jacket were changed, they couldn’t be fastened due to my special body shape.

Widow Lennart's helper, Anton, made me a suit of dark gray pinstripe to size: single-breasted, light gray lining, well-padded shoulders without faux pas; undisguised hunchback , on the contrary, it should be highlighted properly; the trousers with rolled edges are not too fat.Master Bebra, who is well dressed, is always my role model.Therefore, there are no belt loops on the trousers but only suspender buttons.The back of the vest is shiny and the front is dark with a deep rose lining.It takes five tries on an entire outfit to be considered complete. When the helper tailor was still sewing Konev's double-breasted suit and my single-breasted suit, a leather shoe donor came to erect a one-meter monument for his wife who was wounded and died in 1943 .He wants us a ration card first, but we want the real thing.A Silesian marble tablet with an artificial stone frame, together with the installation, Konev received a pair of dark brown low-top leather shoes and a pair of leather-soled slippers.I was given a pair of old-fashioned black lace-up boots with very soft leather.No. 35 Noun Doctrine, my feeble feet now have a solid and beautiful base.

I asked Maria to buy the shirt.I put a bundle of Reichsmarks on the scale for faux honey and said, "Buy me two white shirts, one in pinstripes, and a light gray tie, one in maroon, okay? The rest Money for little Kurt or something for you, Maria dear, you're always thinking of other people, just yourself." Once, the excitement of being a benefactor came up.I gave Gust an umbrella with a real horn handle and a pair of Altenburg Schkatters that I didn't really use.When she wanted to ask Kester when he would be home, she liked to use the cards to tell the fortune, but she didn't want to borrow a deck of cards from the neighbor.

Maria hurried to do what I asked her to do.With a lot of money left over, she bought herself a raincoat and a faux leather schoolbag for little Kurt, which was really ugly, but temporarily fulfilled his wish.Maria also put three pairs of gray socks on my shirt and tie, etc. are included in the category of "ren".Mencius used "kiss" to release benevolence, and I forgot to buy it. Konev and Oskar go to get the clothes.We stood in front of the tailor's mirror, awkwardly, but both were overwhelmed by each other's looks.Konev did not dare to turn his neck, the back of his neck was scarred with boils and wrinkled the skin.He slung his shoulders and dropped his arms forward, trying to straighten his rattling knees.In my new costume, I look like a devilish intellectual, especially when I fold my arms across my chest, because the width of my upper body has increased.I also used my thin right leg as a support, and stretched out my left leg lazily to form a triangle.I smiled at Konev, flattered by his surprise.I approached the mirror, close enough to the surface occupied by my upside-down reflection to kiss it, but I just breathed on it and said casually, "Hello, Oscar! You have everything, just Missing a tie pin."

A week later, on a Sunday afternoon, I went into the municipal hospital to see the nurses.I am completely new, I am complacent, and I am top-notch from any angle.When I showed up like this, I already had a silver pearl-studded brooch in my tie. These good girls were speechless when they saw me sitting in their department.It was the late summer of 1947.Folding my arms across my chest, I played with my leather gloves in a manner that proved effective.I have been an apprentice mason and cove carver for over a year now.I lifted Erlang's legs, but I was careful not to wrinkle the trouser line.Keeping this standard suit for me is the good Gustanism's doctrine of the common nature of human beings.In ancient China, there was a "good nature", as if it was sewn for Kerst who returned home and would change everything. Sister Helmtrudd wanted to touch the material, and she did. In the spring of 1947, we Celebrating Kurt Jr.'s seventh birthday, press "Please use! "Culinary method Make your own egg liqueur, make your own dry muffins, and I bought little Kurt a mouse-gray duffel coat. I treat the nurses to bonbons, and Sister Gertrude is here, bonbons It was bought in exchange for a dark green stone tablet, plus twenty pounds of brown sugar. Little Kurt, as far as I can see, is very willing to go to school. His governess, young and attractive, she is not Sporlenhower, for God's sake Miss Elle. She praised little Kurt, saying he was smart, but a little prudish. The nurses were so happy that they were offered bonbons. Gertrude and I were the only ones left in the department. During the short time I was there, I asked her if she had Sunday off. "For example, I leave work at five o'clock today.But I won't go into town, because there's nothing to do. "The female nurse Gertrude said helplessly.

-------- ①Oscar's female teacher when she was in elementary school in Danzig. I said, you can try it, but she didn't want to try it at first, she just wanted to have a good sleep.I just said bluntly that I invited her to the eight schools of Confucianism that formed within Confucianism during the Warring States Period.According to "Han Feizi · Xian, but she hadn't made up her mind, I mysteriously ended with these words: "You have to have a little vitality, Sister Gertrude! You only have one youth. I sure don't eat Mark." Missing." With this line, I tapped the handkerchief in the breast pocket in traditional fashion and offered her another bonbon.This muscular Westphalian girl was not my type at all, so I was taken aback when she turned to the ointment cabinet and said: "Well, if you say so, well, agree Meet at six, but not here, at Cornelius Square."

I hadn't intended to meet Sister Gertrude in the hospital lobby or at the gate.And so, at six o'clock, I waited for her by the standard clock in the Square of Cornelius, which at that time was damaged by the war and could not tell the time.Here she comes, and I look at the modest pocket watch I got a few weeks ago: on time.I hardly recognize her anymore.If I could have seen her get off on time at the tram stop fifty paces across the road, I would have sneaked away disappointed before she saw me, because Sister Gertrude was not The image of Demumu appears.She didn't wear a white dress, she didn't wear a red cross brooch, but she was named Gertrude from Hamm, or from Dortmund, or anywhere between Dortmund and Hamm, in poor ordinary clothes. Came on a date as Miss Wilms.

She didn't notice my unhappiness, and told me that she was almost late because the head nurse made things difficult for her and assigned her to do something five minutes before the end of get off work. "Well, Miss Gertrude, can I make some suggestions? We can go to the sweet shop first, sit there freely, and then the Greek and Roman Democritus, Lucretius, etc. will also deny Supernatural powers, whatever you like, you can go to the movies, go to the theater, unfortunately I can’t get tickets, so how about going to dance?” -------- ① Dessert shops generally have coffee seats. "Okay, let's go dance!" She rejoiced, and by the time she realized that although my clothes were neat, my image could not be her dance partner, it was too late, and she couldn't even hide the panic on her face.

Who told her not to come in that nurse's uniform that I cherish so much?It was with a gleeful mood that I decided to proceed with the plan she had approved of.Unimaginative, she soon lost her fear and ate with me. I ate one piece of cake and she ate three pieces. She must have bitten a piece of cement in the cake.I handed over my refreshment certificate and cash, and she and I boarded the tram in the direction of Gersheim at Werham, where, according to Konev, there was a dance hall at the foot of Earl's Hill. The tram stopped before the uphill road, and we had to walk slowly for the last part of the way.One night in September, as described in some books.Gertrude's wooden-soled sandals rattled like water mills by a stream.It makes me happy.People coming down the mountain turned to look at us.This embarrassed Miss Gertrude.I'm used to it and don't care.After all, I had a dessert supply certificate in my pocket, which allowed her to eat three cakes with cement balls in Gusgu's dessert shop.

The ballroom is called Weidish, and its alias is: Lion Castle.Cheering laughter was heard at the ticket office.We enter and many heads turn.Sister Gertrude, in ordinary clothes, was so distraught that she nearly tripped over a folding chair, but the waiter and I helped her up.The waiter invited us to sit at a table near the dance floor.I ordered two iced drinks, and added another sentence in a low voice, only for the waiter to hear: "Please add shochu." The main grounds of Lion Castle is a great hall, which may have been the site of a riding school in the past.Paper snakes and streamers from a recent carnival hang from the damaged ceiling above the hall.A ring of semi-dark colored lights all around reflected light on the smooth-back combed hair of young, partly fashionable black-market traders, and on the taffeta tops of the girls, who seemed to know each other.

When the iced drink with schnapps was served, I got ten more American cigarettes from the waiter and handed one to Gertrude and one to the waiter, who clipped the cigarettes to his ears.I lit my lady's fire, took out Oscar's amber holder, and half-smoked a Camel.The people at the tables next to us sat with bated breath.Only then did Sister Gertrude dare to raise her head.I stubbed out the half-length camel butts in the ashtray and threw them down, but Sister Gertrude practically picked them up and packed them in the side pocket of her little tarp bag. "Leave it to Dortmund for my fiancé," she said, "he smokes like crazy." I'm glad I'm not her fiancé, and besides, there's music. A five-piece band played "Don't Surround Me."Men in crinkle-soled sneakers hurried across the dance floor in diagonal lines without bumping into each other, baiting the girls.When the girls stood up, they all handed over their handbags to their girlfriends for safekeeping. A few couples danced so well they looked like they had been to dancing school.Gum is chewed in the mouth.The boys paused for several bars trying to find an American slang alternative to the Rhineland word for "scum."They let their partners hold their hands up, and the girls seemed to be dribbling the ball in place, so impatient.A few more small objects were exchanged before the partners continued dancing.Real black market traders don't know what it means to be off work. We didn't dance this one, and we didn't dance the next foxtrot.Oscar occasionally looked at the men's legs.When the band played "Rosamonde," I asked the bewildered Sister Gertrude to dance. I'm almost two heads shorter than Sister Gertrude, and I know that our two partners must be eccentric, and I want to enhance this eccentricity.I recalled Jan Bronski's dance skills, boldly acted as a black market dealer, and put my arms around Sister Gertrude, who let me lead like God, and put my left palm out on her hip, touching the ham Thirty wool trousers, cheek against her top, pushed the muscular lady back all over, slid between her feet, and shook our two stiff forearms protruding outward to the left , asking people to get out of the way, jumping from one corner of the dance floor to the other.Much better dance than I dared to hope.I also dance flower steps, with my cheeks close to her top, my left hand holding her hips from left to right to keep her balanced, and rotating around her, without giving up the standard posture of a black market dealer. My impression is that the lady was about to fall backwards, and the gentleman who tried to fall over her was about to fall off her head himself, but neither of them fell, they were excellent black market dancers .We immediately had an audience.I heard the exclamation: "Didn't I tell you, it's Jimmy! Look at Jimmy. Hello, Jimmy! Come on, Jimmy! Come on, Jimmy!" It was a pity that I could not see Mother Gertrude's face, so I had to entertain myself, hoping that she would take the applause as a youthful compliment and accept it with pride and composure.As a nurse, she tolerated the often clumsy sycophants of her patients, and she took the applause with equanimity. There was still applause when we got back to our seats.The five-piece band saluted loudly, the percussionists especially hard, and the band blew a second and third salute loudly. "Jimmy!" people shouted, "see those two?" At this moment, Sister Gertrude stood up, stammered to go to the bathroom, and picked up the bottle of wine left for her fiancé in Dortmund. The small handbag with the butt of the cigarette, blushing, knocking here and there, squeezed out between the tables and chairs, and walked towards the washroom next to the ticket office. She never came back.She downed the iced drink before she left, from which I deduced that the toast meant goodbye.Sister Gertrude dumped me.What about Oscar?Amber put a U.S. military cigarette in the cigarette holder, and when the foreman came over and quietly took away the nurse's upturned glass, she asked him for another glass of shochu without ice.At any cost, Oscar wants to smile.Although it was painful, he was smiling, with his arms crossed, his legs crossed, and his small and exquisite size 35 black lace-up boots, enjoying the superiority of the outcast. The young men, the regulars at Lions Castle, were all nice and winked at me as they danced past. "Hello!" cried the boys, "don't care!" cried the girls.I shook the cigarette holder, thanked these representatives of true humanity, and smiled generously.At this time, the percussionist beat the snare drum, timpani, cymbals and triangle iron in a hurry, and played a solo, which reminded me of the good old days under the podium.He announced that another dance has begun, invite female partners! The small band was excited and played "Tiger Jimmy".It was probably played for me, though no one in the Lionsburg Ballroom knew about my drumming career off the podium.Anyway, a lively young girl with curly henna hair chose me as her male dance partner, chewing gum, and whispered to me in a hoarse, smoking voice, "Tiger Jimmy!" We quickly danced the jimmy dance, and cast magic to show the tropical jungle and the dangers in the forest. The tiger came and showed its teeth and claws. It lasted about ten minutes.The little band blew a salute, clapped, blew again, because I had a well-dressed hunchback, and of course my legs, and I was pretty awesome as Jimmy the Tiger.I asked the lady who respected me to sit at my table, and Helma—that was her name—asked my permission to bring her friend Hannelore.Hannelore was taciturn, sat still, and drank a lot.Helma smoked so much that I had to buy American cigarettes from the foreman.Successful night.I danced "Black Barberiba," "State of Mind," and "The Shoeshine Boy," chatting between breaks, and entertaining two unsatisfied ladies.They told me that the two of them worked at the long-distance telephone office in Graf Adolf's Square, and there were more girls from the long-distance telephone office who came to the Lion Castle in Wiedig every Saturday and Sunday.Anyway, they're here every weekend, unless they're on weekend shift.I also promised to come here more often, because Helma and Hannelore were so cute, and because I could sit very close to the girls from the long-distance office and get on well.I played a word game here, and the two of them understood immediately. I stopped going to the hospital for a long time.Later, when I went again and again, Sister Gertrude had been transferred to the gynecology department.I never saw her again, or I only saw her briefly and said hello from a distance.I became a popular regular at Lions Castle.The girls all come to trick me into entertaining them, but not too much.Through them, I got to know some members of the British occupation army, learned hundreds of English words, and formed friendships. I even formed a brotherhood with some members of the Lion Castle band, which is commensurate with "you". However, As far as drumming was concerned, I refrained from playing with percussion instruments, that is to say, and contented myself with the little happiness of carving letters in Konev's masonry shop. In the severe winter of 1947 and 1948, I still kept in touch with the girls at the long-distance telephone office, and I also got some not too expensive warmth.We are close together, but keep a distance, limited to small movements that are not bound by obligations. In winter, masons tidy up the interior.The tools are sent for recasting.The lettering side of some old stones needs to be modified, and the missing corners need to be ground into beveled edges or carved into concave arcs.During the autumn sales season, when the tombstones in the storage area became scarcer, Konev and I filled them up again, and rammed some artificial stones with shell limestone filling material.When doing simple engraving work, I tried to use a dot engraving machine to carve reliefs representing the heads of angels, the head of Christ with thorns and the dove of the Holy Spirit.When it snows, I shovel; when it doesn't snow, I thaw frozen water pipes to feed the sander. The Carnival of 1948 made me thin.It's possible that I looked a bit like I was living a higher spiritual life, because some of the girls in Lionburg called me "Doctor."At the end of February, just after Ash Wednesday, the first farmers from the left bank of the Rhine came to see the goods in our tombstone storage yard.Konev is not there.He went to his annual rheumatism treatment and worked in front of a blast furnace in Duisburg.When he returned fourteen days later, he was dry, the boils were gone, and I had sold three steles for a good price, one of which was for the three-hole tomb.Konev also sold off two Kirchheim shell limestone tablets at a low price.In mid-March, we started moving and erecting monuments.A piece of Silesian marble was transported to Grafenbroich; two Kirchheim one-meter monuments stood in a country cemetery near Nauis; Today it is still erected in the Stormler Cemetery for people to watch.The diabase three-cavity tombstone with Christ wearing a crown of thorns, we loaded the car at the end of March, due to overload, the three-wheeled motorcycle could only drive slowly in the direction of Capersham, and cross the Rhine Bridge in Neuss , via Grefenbroich to Rommelkirchen, then turn right onto the road to Bergheim-Erft, past Wright and Lower Ossum, the monument with its pedestal is transported to Went up to Orsham Cemetery, didn't even touch a bit of ash.The cemetery is located on the slope of a small hill next to the village. -------- ① Carnival before Lent (Lent). ②The first day of Lent.On this day, priests sprinkle ashes on the heads of believers, or saints use ashes to cross their foreheads. ③The use of the word "ash" at this time is a joke that echoes the above "Holy Ash Wednesday". Look at the vista!The lignite mines of Erftland lie beneath our feet.The eight chimneys of the Goddess of Fortune Factory spew smoke into the sky.The new, sizzling, ready-to-explode Lady Luck power plant of the North.There are wire cables and dump trucks above the mountains in the middle of the waste dump.An electric car full of coking coal or empty passes every three minutes.From the power plant, to the power plant, as small as a toy, a giant's toy.Over the left corner of the cemetery are three high-voltage lines that form a road, buzzing, and leading to Cologne with high tension.Other roads, close to the horizon, lead to Belgium and Holland.The world, the hub—we erected the opaque stone for the Fliess family—electricity was born, if... Gravediggers and assistants, who replaced Sugar Leo, came with their tools.We are standing in the tense area, three rows of graves below us, and the gravediggers are moving the burials - high voltage currents are being fed here for war reparations - the wind blows us the typical smell of premature burials - no, no Disgusting, it's March, March's arable fields in the middle of the Coking Coal Mountains.The gravedigger, wearing a pair of spectacles dangling from a string, sparred with his Sugar Leo in low voices until Lady Luck's whistle blew out breaths that lasted a minute.We held our breath, the woman who was reburied couldn't even talk about breathing, only the high pressure persisted.Then the horns fell, fell to the ground, drowned—the midday smoke of the village's gray slate roofs, the church bells tolling: prayer, labor—industry and religion arm in arm.Lady Luck is changing shifts, we eat buttered bread and meat, but the relocation does not allow rest, the uninterrupted high-voltage current rushes to the victorious country, illuminating the Netherlands, and there are constant power outages here—but the woman who was relocated saw To the light! While Konev dug a 1.5-meter-deep hole for the foundation, the relocated woman was also lifted into the fresh air.She hadn't been lying down there very long, being in the dark only last fall, but she was making progress, as improvements were being made everywhere, so was the dismantling of the Rhine and Ruhr.In winter, I wasted my time in Lionburg while the woman seriously decomposed herself beneath the frozen crust of the lignite mine.Now, when we rammed the cement and installed the foundation, she was persuaded to relocate her piece by piece.Now, though, there is a zinc box for her, so nothing is lost—when Lady Luck distributes the coals, the children run after the overfilled trucks to pick the fallen coals, because the red Cardinal Frings said from the pulpit to the congregation: I tell you the truth, stealing coal is not a sin.The women who were relocated did not need to light a fire to keep warm.I do not believe that she would have been cold in the proverbial fresh March air, and besides she had enough skin, leaky and mutilated, to protect what was left of her clothes and her hair, which was always It's the durable wave of the electric perm—that's probably where the term comes from.The thin-skinned coffin was worth moving, too, and even the wooden strips would have to be moved to another cemetery.There were no farmers and Lady Luck miners, it was a big city, something was always going on, and nineteen movie theaters were open at the same time.The woman was about to return to her hometown. She was evacuated to this place at that time②, not a local.The gravedigger tells us: "She came from Cologne, and now her family is going to relocate her to Mülheim, on the other side of the Rhine." If the siren hadn't been howled for another minute, he would have said more. many cases.I took advantage of the time when the siren sounded to approach the tomb of the relocation, and made a few detours during the sound of the siren, hoping to be a witness of the relocation.I had something in my hand which I realized was a shovel until I got to the zinc box.I don't carry it to help, but because it's in my hand, and I use it right away, scooping up things that fall by the side.This shovel is the shovel of the former Imperial Volunteer Labor Bureau.What I picked up with the shovel of the former Imperial Volunteer Labor Bureau was the middle finger and—I still believe—the ring finger of the woman who was evacuated here. The tomb man cut it off.These were or always were her fingers, and I think they were once beautiful and nimble, like this woman's head that has been put in a zinc case, thanks to the proverbial turn of 1947 and 1948 Because of the harsh winter, it can maintain a certain symmetry, so it can be said to be beautiful, even if it is an invalid beauty.Besides, I find this woman's head and fingers more intimate and human than the beauty of the northern Lady Luck power plant.It might be this: I enjoy the exuberance of an industrial district as I used to enjoy Gustav Grindgens in the theatre.I have always been disappointed in the beauty of appearances, artistic as they are, and the evacuated woman was merely too natural.I must admit that the high-voltage current is similar to Goethe, which conveys a sense of the world to me, but this woman's finger touches my heart, even when I imagine the evacuated woman as a man, because it suits me better meaning.To make up my mind, and to make an analogy, I need to be turned into Yorick, and the woman—half in the tomb, half in the zinc box—into the man Hamlet, if you will Wright is a man's word.I, Yorick, Act V, Joker, "I Know Him, Horatio," Scene One, I, have appeared on all the stages of the world—"Alas, poor Yorick! ’—I lent my head to Hamlet, so that some Mr. Grindgens or Mr. Laurence Oliver, playing Hamlet, would have to think: “You It's a hilarious joke, where did your jumping up and down?" - I took the finger of Hamlet played by Grindgens on my shovel of the Bureau of Compulsory Labor, and pedaled Looking down on the solid ground of the Lower Rhine lignite mining area, standing among the graves of miners, farmers and their families, overlooking the slate-tiled roofs of the village of Upper Ossum, which has transformed this country cemetery into the center of the world, and the Lady Luck power plant in the north The admirable center of demigods opposed to this center, the cultivated land became Danish farmland, Erfurt became my Belt Strait, and everything that rotted there was in the Danish Rotten in the kingdom of - I, Yorick, above my head, high voltage, current, hissing, singing, I didn't say angels, yet strong currents in high voltage lines stretching to the horizon The angels are singing, and the circuit leads to Cologne, its railway station, and the gothic monstrosity beside it.The galvanic angel feeds the Catholic council, in the sky above the turnip fields, but the earth provides coal and Hamlet's body instead of Yorick's.The rest of the people, who have nothing to do with the play, must stay below—"bringing them to such a point...the rest is silence"—tombstones are pressed on them, just as we put the opaque stone on the V. Like the Leith family.Me, Oskar Matzerath, Oskar Bronski, Yorick, for me a new period has begun.But I was hardly aware of it, and before it had passed, glancing briefly at Prince Hamlet's severed finger on my shovel—"he was too fat and short of breath"—I was like Act III, Scene 1 Observing like Grindgens in the book, raised the question of life and death, rejected such stupid questions, and listed more specific things together: my son, my son's flint, my earthly peace Imaginary fathers in heaven, four dresses of my maternal grandmother, immortal beauty of my poor mother in photographs, labyrinth of scars on Herbert Truczynski's back, blood-sucking mail baskets in a Polish post office, USA — America is nothing compared to the nine-way tram to Bressen, I let the sometimes discernible scent of Maria's vanilla waft to the triangular face of Lucy Lunwand, who appeared to be crazy, Ask that French Mr. Gord, who sterilizes death, to find the party emblem concealed in Matzerath's windpipe.I spoke to Konev, and more to the high-tension pole—for I was slowly making up my mind, and yet felt compelled to ask a question as the drama required before making up my mind, doubting Hamlet , Praise me, Yorick, a true citizen—I said to Konev, because he was calling me, and because we must join the diabase to the pedestal.Impressed by my desire to become a citizen at last, I whispered—perhaps imitating Grindgens, though he was unlikely to play Yorick—to Konev across the shovel: "Marry, To marry or not to marry, that is the question⑦." -------- ① Refers to mines distributing coal lumps to employees as wages in kind. ② Refers to women and children who were evacuated from cities in northwest Germany that were frequently bombed by Allied forces to rural areas in the east during the war. ③Here is a witty imitation of Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act V, Scene 1, "The Graveyard".The words in quotation marks are the lines of Hamlet in the play. ④One of the two clowns in the play "Hamlet". ⑤ Lawrence Oliver, a famous movie star. ⑥ refers to the Cologne Cathedral. ⑦This is like imitating the famous line in Shakespeare's "Hamlet": "To live, or to die, that is a question." Since that shift in the cemetery across from Lady Luck in the North, I've stopped going to the Lionburg Ballroom in Widdich and cut off all contact with the girls at the long-distance office.Their strength lies in the quick and satisfying reception of the phone and the establishment of a connection.In May, I bought movie tickets for Maria and me.After the movie we went to a restaurant and had a better meal and I chatted with Maria.She was very worried, little Kurt's source of flint and steel was cut off, and the business of artificial honey was also dead.For several months, I was, as she said, a weakling, responsible for supporting the whole family.I reassured Maria that Oscar was willing to do this, that Oscar liked great responsibilities more than anything else, and complimented her looks, and finally, I plucked up the courage and proposed to her. She hopes to have some time to think about it.Yorick's questions I posed went unanswered for weeks, or she evaded them, and were eventually answered by Monetary Reform. -------- ① Refers to the currency reform implemented in the occupied areas of the United States, Britain and France in June 1948, replacing the depreciated Reichsmark with the Deutsche Mark. Maria gave me a lot of reasons, touched my sleeve when she was speaking, called me "Dear Oscar", and said that I am too kind for this world, please forgive me, please continue to be Pure friendship, wish me all the best as I become a mason.When I pressed again, she refused to marry me. In this way, instead of becoming a decent citizen, Yorick became a Hamlet, a fool.