Chapter 24 Chapter 03 The 85th Mattern Philosophy and the 86th Mattern Confession Story

What does Broxel want to do?He was pestering Matern with questions.He promised an advance for the toads, and that wasn't enough. Matern had to report to him every week: "How many pages today? How many pages tomorrow? Will the episode with Savatsky and his wife have any effect?" ?To begin with, was it already snowing when commuting between Freiburg in the Breisgau region and the Todtnau winter sports venue?In which breakwater in the men's bathroom of the Cologne main train station was the order to march towards the Black Forest?? Is it written or engraved?" Blauxel, listen!What Matern wrote with painstaking efforts is: seven pages today, seven pages tomorrow, seven pages yesterday.Seven pages a day.Every episode has a role to play.Between Todtnau and Freiburg it wasn't snowing, and it is snowing now.In the twelfth breakwater from the left it was not written before, but now the order is written.Mattern writes in the present tense—every field road is a forest road!

-------- ①The two works of Heidegger are alluded here, one is the essay "Persuasion on the Field Path", and the other is the anthology "The Forest Path". All the breakwaters are crowded.The men's room was filled with damp and cold air, because there was no heating in the cathedral.Matern didn't push, but when he finally stood in front of his jetty, the twelfth jetty from the left, he never wanted to leave.People have right of residence on earth.However, they were already crowded behind him, because he had no right of residence. "Come on, man! We're coming too, man. He ain't peeing, he's just staring. What's there to see, man? Tell me!"

Fortunately, Pluto, the dog, kept Matern, who was reading, at a certain distance from the crowd, and gave him a bit of leisure.He can relish this kind of elegant writing, which seems to be carved with a silver needle, seven times.Food for thought finally brought him back after so much fun and the pandemic.All the men in this world piss are steaming hot.But Matern stood alone, copying the elusive inscriptions of silver needles on heart, spleen, and kidneys.A steaming Catholic men's bathroom is a steaming Catholic kitchen.The chefs crowded behind Matern, all wanting to cook: "Come on, man! It's not just you, man! Take care of the one behind you, man!"

But Matern was still standing in the middle.The gigantic ruminant gulped down every word in the twelfth breakwater from the left: "Aleman's hat has a point between Todtnau and Freiburg. Henceforth, 'is ' the 'i' in the word is written as 'y'." -------- ①Alemans is the ancient name of the Germanic peoples on the upper reaches of the Rhine and Danube. Matern persuaded and avoided in this way. "Finally!" he led Pluto to his feet, "you think about it, dog, but don't calm down! He accompanied me in gliding and playing chess. I'm with him—heart to heart Heart, arm in arm - up the harbor pier and down the long lane. Eddie gave me his work as a joke. It tastes like butter to read His writing is a great cure for headaches, and he helps Eddie deal with it when he's thinking calmly about sparrows. Whoa, do you think about it, but don't calm down! I used to read aloud But, read it to the 84th Squadron of the Stormtroopers Langfur. They were lying on the counter table in the tavern, and they were still screaming strangely in "Being and Time". He is now writing "Being" The word is 'y'①. He wears a pompom hat, the tip of which is longer than all the lines of advance and retreat. That is, I put his work in the dry bag, from Warsaw to Dunkirk, from Thessaloniki to Odessa, from the front of the Mius River to the Tserischer Harbor battery, from the detention center to Courland, and from there—that's a long, long way— I've had it with me all the way to the Ardennes. I've gone to the Confederates with it as far as the South of England. I've carried it into Munster Barracks. Eddie bought it as an antique in Tagnetter Lane .It's a sample book, first edition, published in 2007, still dedicated to little Husserl, who later wore a pompom hat... Dog, listen carefully: he was born in Metz Kirch. The site is near Braunau am Main. This and that cut the umbilical cord in the same pom-pom year②. This and that stand against each other. This and that will one day stand On the pedestal of the same monument. He keeps calling me. Dog, think about it, but don't calm down! Where else will this train take me today?"

-------- ① "Being" should be Sein in German, and here refers to Heidegger's "Being and Time", replacing "i" with "y". ②Husserl was born in 1859, and Heidegger was born in 1889. The last character of both of them is 9, and 9 is like a ball cap, hence the name. They got off at Freiburg in the Breisgau region and went to the University of Freiburg.Although this environment still echoes his big words in 1933①: "What we need is ourselves!" However, there is no pompom hat hanging in a stepped classroom. "The man can no longer stay here because he ②..."

-------- ① Heidegger served as president of the University of Freiburg from 1933 to 1934.When he assumed the post of president on May 27, 1933, he gave a speech entitled "Self-affirmation of German Universities", in which he called on college students to serve the Nazi state. ② Heidegger was expelled from the teaching position by the occupying country in 1945, and was not restored until 1951. The owner and the dog asked around, and finally came to a garden villa with an iron gate.They yelled in the quiet villa area: "Open the door, pompom hat! Matern is here, and it is the call of worry. Open the door!"

The villa still maintains the tranquility of winter.Not a single window was turned yellow by the electric light.However, there was a note stuck to the mailbox next to the iron gate.The note answered: "Hats pulled up to a point while skiing." So master and dog scrambled on six legs in the shadow of Mount Field.Above Todtnau, a blizzard shook them.It's Philosopher Weather - Meet the Weather!Continuous blizzard.Not a single fir from the Black Forest would answer.The dog wouldn't, wouldn't answer excitedly.They lost their way.With its drooping nose the dog finds the ski hut, finds the leeward side.The big words spoken and the dog's barking were immediately embellished by the blizzard into: "Open the door, Angle! Matern is here, the Nemesis is manifesting! The people and dogs who come here exist in the Matern story. They To apparate Simon Materna, the hero of freedom, who brought the cities of Danzig, Dürsau, and Elbing to their knees, and set Dreyer Lane and Petsilier Lane on fire Sea of ​​fire; don't worry, nothing will happen to your hat skiing—open the door!"

Although the hut was blocked and boarded up and made airtight and uninhabitable, there was still a small note, a snow-covered note in barely legible writing on the barkless Black Forest Mountains. On the tree: "Pluto must pick up this pompom hat in the valley." They went down the hill.This is not Mount Erbs, this is Mount Feld.Irrationally passing through Todtnau and Notschrei - that's what these places are called - on the tourist map to Sorge, Überstijk, Nichtön.Because of this, Plato was puzzled, why not him?What becomes to one person a Syracuse, to another becomes the inaugural address of a university president.Therefore, it is always beautiful to stay in the backward areas.Why do we stay in backward areas?Because pompom hats cannot be separated from this area.It is either skiing on it, or reading Plato's works at the bottom of the mountain.This is a small regional difference.This is a little game among philosophers.Cuckoo, here I am.No, cuckoo, here I am, up, down—down, up.No such thing!No such thing!Oh Matern, seven times up Fielder, seven times down Fielder and not catching myself!When going up and down the mountain, the pompom cap is sometimes pointed, sometimes pointed, sometimes pointed, sometimes removed, and sometimes pointed again-he is always in front, no one is next to him, no one stays by his side But there was no question of being with him, only the voluntary desire to climb the mountain, which was neither a curable nor an incurable disease among the surrounding firs, an incurable disease, without exception here.Once again Matern fell indirectly from high to deep low.For in the valley, on the little note by the garden gate, already whispered in a very familiar handwriting: "The pom-pom hat, like all big things, in a blizzard." Above, in a blizzard, "The pom-pom must have flattened Mount Field down there," he read.

-------- ①Here refers to: Pluto once again stayed in the court of the Syracuse tyrant Dionysios the Younger. What kind of work is revenge!Anger wanted to reach out to bite the snow flakes.Hatred is cutting the icicles of the cornice.However, the fir tree is sometimes destroying and sometimes preserving the mystery of the eternal thing.If anger and hatred don't get lost, they're there; if they don't happen there, they're on the little note by the garden gate. "All the forested Black Forest firs around the pom-pom cap stretch as far as the eye can see, forming a world of powdery snow." Ski day, ski day!Ah, Mattern, when you have climbed Mount Field seven times and descended Mount Field seven times, and no one is with you; What are you going to do when, on the mountain, seven times more Venus is in front of your eyes, and "the pom-pom shows nothing below the mountain"?

At this time, in the quiet villa area, in front of a certain villa, both the owner and the dog were breathing heavily.They were exhausted, fooled, and reckless.Revenge, hatred and anger trying to piss in the letterbox.Shouts climbed over the iron bars, yelling intermittently: "Hat, tell me, where can I catch you? In what book do you keep your sharp horns as bookmarks? You put them, those sprinkled with chlorine , whose existence has been forgotten hides in which hat? How long is this pompom hat you once used to strangle little Husserl? To make this stretch into a real existence, give this How many teeth do I have to pull out to wear a pom-pom hat?"

Don't be intimidated by asking a lot of questions.Matern answered it himself.He's used to this kind of thing.Whoever is always in the center - that's a phenotype, is egocentric - whoever asks the question always gets the answer right.Matern didn't say anything, but his hands were busy.At the beginning, he shook the iron fence in front of the garden of a certain villa, and cursed at the iron fence.But the pom-pom language of the Alemanites is no longer heard here; Matern yelled in a folk-like, unique dialect: Get out, you wretch!I'm going to kill you... you idiot!bastard!Crazy boy!You skinny monkey!get out!I put you in a ditch!I beat you to the ground!I beat you until your flesh blossomed, and I punched a hole in your skull.I smash your bones and make your mouth foam.I'm gonna tear you apart like a stinky sock.I'm going to chop you into meat paste, and throw you bit by bit to Giselt!Put all the bad stuff away, put away your old faceless tricks!Matern is mad at you.Matern is mad at you.You philosopher, get out!Matern is also a philosopher.Hey, that's too bad, stick up! " Although the purpose of these words and Matern's gestures is not that the philosopher follows the "friendly" shouts, wears a pom-pom hat, wears buckled shoes, speaks the Aleman dialect, and behaves. He walked to the door of the villa without hesitation, but Matern removed the wrought-iron garden gate from the hinge.He held the gate high, to the amazement of the dog Pluto, who could hold the gate high with such force.Besides, since the snowy night sky didn't want to help him get the wrought-iron gate, he threw it far, far away into the garden. The demolition worker clapped his hands: "It's finally done!" The perpetrator looked around for witnesses: "Did you see that? Matern had to do this. It's extraordinary!" The avenger savored the aftertaste of revenge: " The man got what he deserved. Now our account is settled!" But no one but the dog could swear to God that such a thing had to be so.Unless it's dear God who likes snow but is condescending to spy on intelligence.God is destroying, existing, angry. When Matern took the dog and wanted to leave the city of Freiburg in the Breisgau region, none of the police officers objected.He had to take a third-class car because the up and down hills had exhausted his traveling expenses.He had to spend the night once in Todtnau, twice in Notschrei, once in Nichtön, and once in Ueberstieck.So great is the expense of the philosopher's society--if it were not for some kind ladies and soft-hearted maidens, master and dog would starve, die of thirst, of starvation. Still, they followed him, trying to calm a mind heated up by philosophical debate.They hoped to get a human being, a human being who could be hired halfway through transcendence, back on earth, on the bedstead of their double bed.The people in question were Miss Erling the cello, Captain Hoofnagel's eccentric little daughter, the brown-haired secretary from Oldenburg, the black-curly-haired cleaning lady from Wahnck, and Gerda who gave him Dripping Hans between Volklingen and Saarbrücken.All these people he made rich with and without gold bars.And they only wanted him, only him.These were: Erin's daughter-in-law from Celle, Gretel Green from Bickburg, Budziski's sisters who abandoned the lonely Hunsrückberg, and Irma Bergstrasse flower Jaeger, Klingenberg's daughters of Upper Franconia, Christa and Gizela, who came from the Soviet zone without Franzchen Wörschlegel Hildchen Woerschlegel, Johanna Titz no longer wants to live with her Titz in the Bavarian Forest.Also looking for him: a princess of the Lieper and her girlfriend, the daughter of an East Frisian restaurant owner, women from Berlin and girls from the Rhine.Women in Germany sought out Mattern's whereabouts by looking for advertisements and tourist information desks.They inquired at the Red Cross.They lure people by offering a reward for returning lost property.What's more, an unwavering will has a double purpose.They chased him, saw him, stopped him, wanted to strangle him with the lush hair of Willa Göpfeldt.They wanted to catch him, with Irma's hut, with Gretel's trap, with the cleaning lady's canyon, with the trash can lid, with Elke's crack, with the housewife's pocket, with the Berliner's bun , catch him with aristocratic little metal rings, with fish balls and Silesian heaven.For this they brought: tobacco, socks, silver spoons, wedding rings, Wolschlegel's pocket watch, gold buttons from Budziski's cuffs, Otto Vahnck's shaving Soap, brother-in-law's microscope, husband's deposit, special court judge's violin, captain's Canadian foreign exchange, heart and love. Mattern could not always avoid these riches.Between Cologne's main train station and its unwavering cathedral, they wait for exciting observation.Treasure hopes to be envied in the basement hotels and guesthouses, in the Rhine meadows and fir needles.Even the dog, they thought of sausage skins for him, so that the returns would not be disturbed by the dog's mouth begging for food.Don't do the same thing twice, or you will encounter the same thing! Although he wished to visit the quiet men's bathroom alone with the dog in order to meditate alone and keep a distance from the world, but in the crowded train station waiting room, the fingers of girls, the fingers of housewives, the princess But their fingers were touching him, asking him: "Let's go together, I know where. I know a housing handyman in a rental house. I have an acquaintance who is going away for a few days. I know there is a gravel quarry, and there is another No more work. I found a place for the two of us in Deutz. At least for a while. Just to talk about the situation. Woerschlegel sent me. I have no other choice. I'll follow , I promise. Let's go together!" This kind of care reminded Matern of Pluto, and it made Pluto plump.Oh, revenge that can be reversed!Anger meets cotton.Hate meets love.Darts ①.Hit him because he thought he had hit it eighty-five times.Don't do the same thing twice - the same thing will never be repeated!Because when nutrition is at its best, he loses weight.The shirts that Göpfeldt wore outside fit him well.While Otto Varnke's birch juice shampoo left his hair feeling pleasantly cool, Matern's hair fell out.Showing up as bankruptcy administrator is Drip Hans, the repatriated man, for what he says was once deposited in the Bavarian Forest or in the Aurich region, above Franconia, Soviet occupation and rustic The way it infected him.The main motive is the murder motive, because of Dripping Hans, who has to piss in the socket six times.It overwhelmed him, it made him feel inexplicable.Vigorous treatments cured him of his disease.He contracted gonorrhea.The electricity knocked him out.The bed frame for the double bed transforms a running Avenger into a Don Juan on the move.He already showed tired eyes.He was already babbling about love and death in an eloquent and tireless manner.He doesn't need to see anything, he can be affectionate.He had stroked his syphilis like the loveliest child of a genius.That little madness handed over his business card.Immediately after shaving, he wishes to cut off the ball, wishes to throw his preferred phenotype to Leporello, to the dog. -------- ①Australian aboriginal weapons, made of curved solid wood, can fly back to the original place after being thrown. ② Leporello is the servant of the womanizer Don Juan in Mozart's opera "Don Giovanni" in Act Two. Who will save Matern?What are all the weird philosophies compared to an irrational and unique tumbler!Seven pom-pom hat climbs are nothing compared to six over-touched outlets!Also, shouts abound: "Let me have a baby. Let me abort. Make me impregnated. Watch out, don't delay. Spit me all over. Scrape my womb. Scrape clean. Scrape off. Ovaries!" Who will save Matern?Who will hang off his dead hair?Who will temporarily button up his trousers?Who is kind and impartial to him?Who stood between him and the hairy, limp buns? Most likely it was the dog.Pluto was good at preventing the worst.It drove Otto Wahnck's cleaning lady and Göpfeldt's Vera out of a gravel quarry, this woman in April and that woman in May to the Rhine meadows.The two women wanted to suck Matern's spinal cord and bite off his testicles at the gravel pit.Whenever the woman who kept the dripping Hans's sugar pills in the small bag approached, Pluto could detect it at that time, and announced in advance.Barking and purring, it stood between them, and with its beak bumping here and there, suggested a sinister epidemiological focus.It unmasks Hildchen Woerschlegel and the princess's girlfriend, so that the servant saves the master from two more electric shocks.But even that couldn't save Matern. Colon's double sign just looked at him.He was dejected, blind-eyed, and bald, with Pluto, as faithful as a dog, hopping around him.He's starting again now as an approximation to the wretch in the play.He wanted to go through the crowded waiting room of the main station, to go down, into the quiet, the tiled, the Catholic, the whispering, because Matern still felt the names , those names that are painfully etched into their internal organs, wanting to speak - albeit with trembling hands. In this way, he almost moved forward step by step with a knobby cane.That's how she looked at him—a man with a cane and a dog.The sight moved her.Her Mrs Beet was sure to come up to him.With her, revenge has begun.She is sympathetic, kind-hearted, like a loving mother.Inger Savatsky is pushing a pram with a November beet kid born last July in the sweetness of beet syrup.Since then, people have called her Valli, adding the title of Valburga.Inge Savatsky said with certainty that little Valli's father had a name beginning with W, such as Walter - although from a Catholic standpoint the monks Willibald and Wunibald Closer to those great saints who pissed people off with witchcraft, the product of which is still favored today is Warburg oil. Matern stared sadly at the fully loaded stroller.Inge Savatsky hastened to cut short this silent, looking-around time, and said: "A pretty boy, isn't he? You don't look very well. You'll be walking soon, no doubt. Don't be afraid. What's the matter with me?" You don't want to. But Jochen will be happy. You look exhausted. Really, we both like you. Besides, he has to take good care of the baby. The baby was born naturally. We are lucky. She should have been in Cancer zodiac sign, but turned into a Leo girl, and became a Libra rising body sign. After that, everyone's life was easier. Generally, life was comfortable, frugal, adaptable, colorful, and intimate. Although So everyone is strong. We live across the river in Mülheim. If you like, we can take a boat. Heidwitzka, Mr. Captain. You really need rest and care. Jochen in Leverkusen Work. I've talked him out of it, but he's going to go into politics again anyway, and he's a believer in Lehman. My God, you look tired. We can take the train, too, but I'd rather take a boat. Well, Jochen has to know what he's doing. Now it's time for a showdown, he said. You stayed with them too. Did you know each other from then on, or were you just charging? Met outside the team? You're so tight-lipped. I don't want to hear anything from you. We can feed you semi-liquid food for a few weeks if you want. You have to settle down and have someone like Accommodation or something. We have two and a half rooms. You'll get that room in the attic that's yours alone. I'm going to let you get quiet, for sure. I like you, but in a very cool way. Wally was still smiling at me just now. Did you see that? She’s smiling again now. Could it be that dogs like children too? Someone has long said that sheepdogs like children. I like you and dogs. At the time I thought Sell ​​it. I was so stupid at the time. You have to do something to keep the hair from falling out." -------- ①Excerpt from the chorus of Carnival Song by Karl Belbour, concerning the voyage of the ship "Müllermeier" on the Cologne-Mülheim route. ②Lehmann (1898～1977) was the chairman of the German Communist Party and a member of the Politburo at that time. Mother and child, master and dog, they all went aboard.The well-nourished sun cooks the ruins of Mülheim and the undernourished food recipients of Mülheim in the same pot.Germany has never been so beautiful in the past.Germany has never been stronger than it is now.Never has there been a more expressive man in Germany than the man who is now getting 1,032 calories a day.However, when the Mülheim ship docked, Inger Savatsky thought: "Now we will get the new money immediately. The golden mouth even knows when it will be available. What, you don't know him But here, everyone who knows something knows him. I can tell you, this guy is not willing to give money easily anywhere. From the drink alley to the Yankees in Bremerhaven, the whole market obeys orders Yu Jinxiao. But he said that the tide will be low now. He said that we should adapt to this situation. The new money is not only made of paper, but also appears to be precious and rare. For this, people must And besides, I was there at the baptism. Only a few people know how to address him by his name. Although Jochen said that this man is not impeccable, but in my opinion, he should be. In any case, he Impure in church, but he sent two baby suits and plenty of schnapps. Though he doesn't drink himself, he just pretends to smoke. I tell you, he doesn't smoke, he Drinking. Now he's gone. Some say he's headquartered at Dickon now; others say Hannover. But at Golden Mouth, one never wonders. We're at home here. People are used to it in this scene." With a good old friend, Matern experienced a significant day and experienced currency reform.The situation needs to be recognized now.Savatsky quit the Communist Party without hesitation.Anyway, the Communist Party has become his burden.Everyone gets a ration, and the ration doesn't get people drunk, it's: "Now, here's our seed capital. We're living off our stock. We eat syrup, and we'll have it for at least twelve more months. Wait until By the time we wore out all our shirts and panties, Vali was already at school. Because we didn't stop at stockpiling items, we prepared well in advance and got out of trouble. This is the advice that Golden Mouth gave us ...don't pay for good advice. Inger may give you the source of a package of advice, purely as a favor, because he likes us. He also asks about you a lot, because we've talked about you. These days you Where did you hide?" At this moment, Matern, who was slowly recovering, listed the place names of Germany word by word: East Frisia, Laue Mountains, Upper Franconia, lovely Bergstrasse, Sauerland region, the Hunsrück, the Eifel, the Saarland, the Lüneburg Heath, the Thuringian region or the green heart of Germany; he describes the Black Forest, the highest and darkest part of the Black Forest.In addition, the names of the cities were mentioned during this lively geography lesson: "I went from Celle to Bickburg then. Aachen was an old city founded by the Romans and held a coronation. Passau , where the Inn and Ilz flow into the Danube. Of course I also visited the Women's Project when I was in Weimar. Munich was a disappointment, but those cities, that old land behind the Elbe embankment, were a highly developed fruit-growing region .” Savatsky's question "What now?" could perhaps be embroidered into words and hung above the sofa as an ornament.Matern wanted to sleep, eat, read the newspaper, sleep, look out the window, rest.Mattern wanted to look in the round shaving mirror—no more sunken eyes.The holes under the cheekbones are full.But the hair can no longer be kept, and now it has been stripped.His forehead was widening, elongating a visage of character molded by thirty-one dog years. "What should I do now?" Do you want to give in?In the budding economy, not taking the dog to participate in the economy?Is it acting, put the dog in the actors' dressing room?No longer in a natural hunting area, just grinding your teeth on stage?Is it Franz Moore?To play Dandong?Faust in Oberhausen?Sergeant Beckman in Trier?Hamlet in a small theater?No, never act!Haven't acted yet.Here's a little more.A certain day has not yet dawned in Matern.Mattern wanted to reciprocate in old currency, so he made a fuss in Savatsky's two-and-a-half-bedroom house.He crumpled a celluloid children's rattle with his hands, suspecting that Valli was born in the Walter family.Mattern also wiped all unquestionable suggestions from the garden of the golden mouth off the breakfast table with the sugar box.All he wanted was to be at his command, to his heart, his spleen and his kidneys.He and Savatsky no longer called each other by name, but abused each other according to the time of day and mood at the time: "Trotskyist, Nazi, you traitor, you vile, follower little tail!" But only after Matern slapped Inger Savatsky, who was standing in the middle of the living room—probably because of Matern's attic—Jochen Sa Only then did Watsky drive the guests and the dog out of the two and a half rooms.Inge was soon kicked out of the house too.She wanted to take the child away, but Savatsky patted the tarp-covered tabletop and said, "Leave the child here! My child cannot fall. Go wherever you like, and you are ready." Go to the devil. But don't take the girl, I'll take care of that." So I went away without the kids, but with the dog and a little new currency.Mattern also had Walschlegel's pocket watch, Budziski's gold cuff buttons, and two Canadian dollars.They squandered the watch between Cologne's cathedral and Cologne's main train station.There was only enough money left to spend a week in a hotel in Benrath.The inn faces the palace with its circular pond and square garden. She said, "What now?" He massages his scalp in front of the full-length mirror in the wardrobe. She pointed to the curtain with her thumb and said, "I mean, if you want to work, there's Heinkel's factory over there. On the right, Demark is working again. We can do it in Weersten or Dublin." Selldorf directly looking for housing." -------- ① Demark, the abbreviation of Deutsche Maschinenbau AG.Heinkel and Mannesmann below are names of companies. But in front of the full-length mirror and later in wet nature, Matern did not want to work, but to roam.He was born into a family of millers.In addition, the dog must also have a playground.Before he works for these capitalist pigs, he would rather... "Heinkel, Demark, Mannesmann! None of this pleases me!" Together with the dog, they walked along the Trippels Mountains, through the meadows on the Rhine, to Himmelgeist.There is an inn there, and this inn still has a vacant room, and rarely asks for a marriage certificate, and it doesn't matter whether they are married or not.It was an unsettling night, because Inger Savatsky came out of Mülheim with a quilt cover with "What now?" embroidered on it, though without sneakers.This keeps him from sleeping.Their views are always the same.The pillow is whispering: "You do something. Anything. The golden mouth once said: invest, invest, reinvest. It will be worth it in at least three years. Say Savatsky, for example. Because of this, he wanted to end his job in Leverkusen and start his own business in a small city. Jin Xiaozui suggested he go into the men's outerwear business. You don't want to work, you don't want to do anything. You always say, you have been Universities. Let’s start a consulting office or a serious astrological newspaper, for example. Golden mouth said that this kind of industry has a future. People will no longer believe the same old scam. They want to know something else, better Things, I want to know something that is completely unpredictable... For example, you are an Aries, and I am a Cancer. You can deal with me as you like." The next day Matern had her exhausted and submissive.This was just enough money to take the ferry on the Rhine from Himmelgeist to Uedersheim.They are raining for free.Ah, it's so wet and cold, it's hard to let go!With their wet shoes they ran one after the other, the dog in front, as far as Grimlinghausen.At this time, they were all very hungry, but they had nothing to eat.Without even changing the direction of the ship's side, they took the ferry to the starboard bank, to Folmerswalt.On the left bank of the Rhine he exhausted her, and in the presence of the holy Curietus.居里扭在莫斯科署名库尔曼被烧成灰烬，尽管如此，诺伊斯市仍然无法幸免于地毯式轰炸。 -------- ①居里扭，《新约》中的人物，罗马皇帝奥古斯都时任叙利亚总督。在德国的诺伊斯有一座十三世纪建立的居里担教堂。 一文不名，既好心好意，又充满邪念，人们在哪儿睡觉呢？把自己关在一座教堂里，说得更确切些，关在一座唯一能救世的、没有暖气的、因而也是天主教的教堂里。熟悉的环境。不平静的夜晚。他们躺了好久，每个人都躺在自己那条教堂长椅上。在此之前，只有她还躺着，而他却带着狗，跛着一条腿，走过教堂的殿堂——脚手架和石灰桶比比皆是。一切都是东倒西歪的！全都有毛病。这是典型的过渡风格。罗马式开始时，已经太迟了，后来使用巴罗克艺术风格来粉刷，譬如说圆屋顶就是。潮湿的砂浆冒着汽。在四处飞扬的石膏灰尘中，混杂着狗年月三十年代烦琐的天主教主教级教士主持的弥撒的气息。他还在犹豫不决地晃动着，不想躺下。马特恩在同这位少妇谈话时早已经到这里来过一次了。今天，英格太太在唠叨。“现在怎么办？”就是她时刻准备着的问题。“冷，”她说，“你总算坐下来了。”还说，“咱们要不要拿床地毯来？”又说，“如果这不是一座教堂的话，那我就会说，你也有兴趣吗？”然后她又在黎明前四分之三的昏暗中说，“你瞧！那儿是一个忏悔室。看它是不是关住的？” 忏悔室并未锁上，而是时时刻刻准备敞开大门。他在一间忏悔室把她弄得精疲力竭。这倒是一件新鲜事。肯定还没有任何人在里面干过这种事。也就是说，在通常都有神父在听取忏悔的地方，狗得扮作纯洁的化身，因为普鲁托也参与这个游戏。马特恩同她一道搬进对面的小房间里去，从后面令人难堪地把她往前一推，推她跪下，而这时她不得不在前面隔着小栅栏喋喋不休地说，普鲁托就在小栅栏后面扮演听取忏悔的神父。他把她那色迷迷的木偶脸按在花饰繁琐的木栅栏上。莱茵河地区的这种巧夺天工的巴罗克式木雕艺术经历了几个世纪，不但没有断裂，反而把小木偶脸上的鼻子给压伤了。每一种罪孽都要算上。必须仟侮。要代人说情。可不要这样，神圣的居里扭，救命呀！倒不如说：“萨瓦茨基，过来，帮帮我！啊，上帝呀，啊，上帝呀！” 好啦，好啦，在这之后忏悔室并未毁坏。不过，她在冰凉的地砖上躺了好久，让鼻子在昏暗中流着血。他重又默默无言地徘徊。狗趴在地上。他在于然一身、发出余响地转了两圈之后，重又站在安然无恙的忏悔室前面。这时，为了给一个抚慰人的小烟斗点火，他让他那性能良好的旧打火机喷出火来。打火机所做的事情让人大喜过望：首先，救活了烟斗；其次，证实英格的鼻血是红的；第三，把忏悔室上挂的小牌子照得一清二楚，可以看见牌子上写着的东西，是白底黑字——约瑟夫·克诺普，没有详细地址。因为这个名字暂时就寓居于此，所以不用像科隆神圣的男卫生间里的其他那些名字一样，标出街道和门牌号。这位克诺普每天每日从九点三刻到十点一刻，有半个小时之久呆在这个坚固耐用的忏悔室里，用他那只由官方检定过的耳朵仔细听取每个人的忏侮。哦，主导和杀人动机啊！哦，报复，糖浆般甜蜜的报复啊！哦，正义，你漫无目的地乘着火车来来去去的正义啊！哦，姓名，已经标出和还要标出的姓名——约瑟夫·克诺普，要不就是第八十六个马特恩故事啊！ 马特恩在十点正独自一人亲手标出了这个名字。他在诺伊斯城的废墟之间，把普鲁托这条狗——离别时难分难舍——拴在一个完好无损的自行车停车处。一直哭个不停的英格在晨祷前不久悄悄地溜走了。她步行，带着压伤的鼻子往回走，往科隆的方向走去。任何一辆卡车肯定都会带着她走。不过，他却呆了下来。他并不寻找什么，却在炮兵连街，确切地说是在大教堂广场与工业港之间，找到一枚十芬尼的硬币。Get rich!这十芬尼硬币是神圣的居里扭专门为他放置的。可以用它买一支雪茄烟；也许可以用它买到一份刚印出来的《莱茵河消息报》。一盒火柴、一块口香糖也就是这么多钱。也许可以把这十芬尼放进一个裂缝里。要是站到秤上去称，也许就会有一张小卡片降临到人世上来，这就是你的重量！然而马特恩抽的是烟斗，在需要时就让他的打火机喷火。马特恩看的是橱窗里的报纸。马特恩有足够的东西可以吃。马特恩用不着去称重量。马特恩用捡到的十芬尼买了一根漂亮的、长长的、发亮的、纯洁的毛线针。用来干什么？ 你们别转过身来，毛线针在作祟。 因为这根毛线针是为神父的耳朵准备的，所以它应当钻进约瑟夫·克诺普的耳朵里。马特恩在九点三刻故意走进神圣的居里扭那个并不对称的教堂，准备用长长的、没有用于预定用途的毛线针来进行审判。 在他前面，有两个老妇在简简单单、三言两语地忏悔着。现在，他在那儿跪下身来，也就是在昏暗的教堂之夜里，头被往前按着的英格想要对狗忏悔的那个地方。那儿很可能还有——谁要是找证据的话——英格的血粘在木栅栏上，还可以证明有人在此殉道。他目的明确地低声耳语着。约瑟夫·克诺普的耳朵很大、很肥，动也不动一下。扳着指头彻底认罪找到了地方。在这当中有一个古老的故事。这个故事发生在狗年月的三十年代末，发生在一个当初的冲锋队队员、后来的新天主教徒与一个职业老天主教徒①之间。这位老天主教徒凭借所谓的玛丽亚·拉赫决定，劝告那个新天主教徒，重新加入一个正式的冲锋队中队，依靠圣母玛利亚的帮助，去增强就其本身而言并不信神的冲锋队中的天主教一派。这是一种棘手的、在滚烫的石子路上做侧手翻的谎言。可是神父的耳朵一动不动。马特恩低声说着姓名、日期和引语。他低语着：这个人名叫某某，另外那个人名叫某某。神父的耳朵连苍蝇都不会去打扰。马特恩仍在忙活着：这个名叫某某的人在公元……年五月的一次礼拜后对另外那个人说……神父的耳朵仍然如同泥塑木雕。偶尔从对面传来有节制的话语：“我的孩子，你是在诚心诚意地悔过吗？你知道，耶稣基督为了我们被钉死在十字架上，他要了解每一个人，也要了解微不足道的罪孽，他一直在注视着我们。去悔过吧。什么事都别隐瞒，我的孩子。” 本书来自www.ab ada.cn免费txt小说下载站 更多更新免费电子书请关-------- ①指传统的天主教徒。此处井非指第一次梵蒂冈会议（1869～1870）后的分裂。 这正中马特恩下怀。他再一次背诵了一遍同样的故事。那些雕刻的人物形象从音乐闹钟里走了出来，他们是：高级教士卡斯①，罗马教皇的使节庇护十二世，那个昔日的冲锋队队员，忏悔的新天主教徒，诡计多端的老天主教徒和冲锋队中那个天主教派的代表。所有的人，最后还有乐于助人的圣母玛利亚，都在吵吵嚷嚷，然后再离此而去，只有马特恩没有中断他那低声耳语的谈话：“这就是您，正是刚才说话的您，重新加入了冲锋队。签有协定的胡说八道和趣闻轶事不断地从玛丽亚·拉赫那里传来。甚至还秘密为一面国家元首的旗帜祝福，为元首祈祷。这个多明我会修道士！这头黑骚驴！而马特恩对我却说：我的孩子，重新穿上褐礼服吧。为了我们被钉死在十字架上而且注视着我们一切行动的耶稣基督，把元首赐予我们，好让他依靠你和我的帮助，踏毁无神论者的种子。明白吗？踏毁！”尽管多次提到某人的名字，可是神父的耳朵仍然不失为一个哥特式石匠的技术高超的工艺品。甚至在把零售价为十芬尼的毛线针也考虑在内时，也就是说，当实行报复的工具已经放在带旋涡形装饰的仔悔室栅栏上，毛线针的针尖已经瞄准神父耳朵时，那个人仍然一动不动，根本不为鼓膜担心。因为存在着一种看法，认为忏悔者已经精疲力竭，所以只有老人的声音有气无力地、既熟练又柔和地说出这段永恒的台词：“我以圣父、圣子和圣灵的名义赦免你的罪过。阿门！”这次忏悔的内容是：九篇主祷文和三十二次万福玛利亚。 -------- ①卡斯（188～1952），1928～1933年为德国中央党主席，同庇护十二世关系密切。 这时，到这里来用一根十芬尼的毛线针进行审判的马特恩又让他的工具回过头来：这个人竖起耳朵细听，只不过是做样子罢了。没有办法可以刺中他。对这种人你每天每日可以把什么事情都给他讲两遍，他听到的往往只是森林的涛声，要不就是什么也没听见。约瑟夫·克诺普，聋子克诺普，聋子神父克诺普。克诺普聋子神父以那个人、那个人和鸽子的名义宣布我无罪。双耳失聪的聋子克诺普在栅栏后面用双手做傻事，好让我走。走开，马特恩！别人还想向聋耳朵忏悔呢。你站起身来走吧，你再也没有罪过了。你倒是走哇，没有比这更清白的了！到忏悔者当中去吧，玛丽亚·拉赫就在内维格斯附近。你就挑一个美丽的卡诺萨①吧。把这根毛线针拿回缝纫用品商店去。也许有人会从你手里把它收回去，退给你整整十个芬尼。你可以用它来买火柴、口香糖。一份《莱茵河消息报》就值这么多钱。你也许会用十芬尼来检查你在轻松愉快的忏悔之后的体重，或者给你的狗买十芬尼香肠皮。普鲁托必须保持健康。 -------- ①卡诺萨是意大利历史上的地名。