at the rock-bottom of an accomplished fact. Silence. The thinned-out bunch of companions and friends
Note: a sad yet dispassionate way to describe a post-nazi occupation
this one somewhat skeleton-like, that one scarred,
Note: still aliveish.
So this one was shouting: God, another: art, a third: the nation, a fourth: the proletariat, and so we debated furiously, and it went on and on—God, art, nation, proletariat—but
Note: they appear to be talking about everything but the elephant, the horrible elephant.
suffice it to say that we both became involved in a little business that provided us with a livelihood.
Note: what would tht be in 1943???