Pigeons on the grass by Koeppen Wolfgang

Author:Koeppen, Wolfgang [Koeppen, Wolfgang]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: New York : Holmes & Meier
Published: 1988-08-14T22:00:00+00:00

PIGEONS ON THE GRASS

lay over the city. No one seemed to notice it. Perhaps they had forgotten these tombs entirely. Should Edwin remind them?

The city attracted him. In spite of everything, it attracted him. He removed his silk monk's robe and dressed, adapting to worldly ways, in the style of the time. Maybe it was a disguise. Maybe he wasn't human. He hurried down the stairs, the lightweight black hat from London's Bond Street tilted slightly over his brow. He looked exceedingly elegant and a little like an old pimp. On the landing above the lobby he noticed Messalina. She reminded him of an odious person, a ghost who worked in America as a society columnist, a professional gossip, and Edwin ran back up the stairs, searched for the door to a back entrance, went past linen closets, past giggling girls, they were swinging bedsheets, linen sheets, winding sheets, wraps for corpses and wraps for caresses, for embraces, procreation, and final breaths, he hurried through a women's world, through marginal areas o{ the maternal realm and, thirsting for a change of air, he opened a door and found himself in the spacious and famous kitchen of the hotel. Awkward! Awkward! The untouched meal in his room oppressed him anew. How gladly would Edwin otherwise have chatted with the chef about the physiologie-du-gout and watched the pretty kitchen boys scrape the scales from placid fish that gleamed like gold. As it was, he charged through meat-broth steam and bitter clouds smelling of greens to yet another door that he hoped would lead out into the open—but it didn't really lead into the open either. Edwin now stood in the courtyard of the hotel before an iron rack that held the bicycles of the employees, the cooks, waiters, pages, and bellboys, and behind the rack stood a gentleman whom Edwin took in the confusion of the moment to be himself, his mirror image, his double, a welcome-unwelcome figure, but then he saw that it was o( course an illusion, an absurd thought, it was not his likeness standing there, but rather a younger gentleman who didn't even remotely resemble him, but

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