Moral 63 Page #3

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Because, it is written,

"Beware of scribes".

Why are you repudiating me? -Because you

don't do so yourself, or take your cross.

You'd rather get into your Rolls Royce.

You're so rich, you won't have

an easy time getting into heaven.

But affluence is also a gift from God.

- Of course, everything comes from God.

Your beauty, his affluence.

- Even my cooks. -Even them!

That's why I won't thank you for the

invitation. Rather, I will savour the food.

And, was everything okay, Pastor?

I will have to let you go, Rosie. You

cook too well, and will seduce the pastor

towards overindulgence.

He will get over it. -You haven't been

to confession in a long time, my child.

You know it anyway, Reverend.

It's always the same.

Bad enough. -Should I prepare

one of the guest rooms?

No.

Whoever tries to lead one of these small

ones who believes in me to sin,

it would be better for him to have a

millstone around his neck and be

sunk to the bottom of the deep ocean.

Amen. -Cold coffee, Reverend?

- Yes, as usual. For my friend, too.

Dr. Kaempfer's house. Doctor,

Bonn is on the line.

Connect me to the gentleman.

- I'll hand you over.

Yes?

He plays very nicely.

- Yes, it always starts that way.

They all fall for it.

When one hears him play like that,

one can forgive him certain things.

But he's a real hypocrite, as

the pastor always says.

In his business dealings, as with

his dealings with women.

Yet, you should read his editorials.

They drip with moralism and

other such sanctimony.

Does he always have 2 or 3

girlfriends at the same time?

Of course. Starting with friends

who want to be amused.

But naturally he tries them out first.

Is he generous? -Well, a small apartment,

a few clothes, maybe a cheap bracelet.

And, uh, how does he react when

he is rejected?

It doesn't matter to him.

He can pick and choose.

Get dressed. We're going.

You're not placing any worth

on getting a position from him?

What's this supposed to be?

We just wanted to say goodbye and

thank you for the nice afternoon.

You must be joking.

Why would that be a joke? It's totally

normal to go home at 11 p. m. -Oh

Besides, tomorrow is the start of a new

week. -Pfft, what's starting for you?

Do you want to call all the numbers in

the Yellow Pages to find a new position?

No, tomorrow I have to look nice.

I want to try heavy industry.

Rubbish! Pure rubbish.

It's much too arduous to try to talk a

young woman out of nonsensical ideas.

You're no longer fifteen, and I'm

no longer twenty-five.

I haven't understood a word.

Whatever you say.

Sh*t! What are you

going to do now?

Do you think he'll follow you?

Then you don't know him well.

He doesn't need to.

Where do you live? -Oh, down there, 10th St,

on the right. -Nice, I'm across from you.

Are you waiting for a taxi?

- Can I drive you somewhere?

You take it. I don't have far to go.

- OK, bye. I'll take the ride.

We can go. I live straight ahead.

Hey, do we want to go get a drink?

- No, we don't want to. I have to go home.

I told you to go straight ahead, please.

Don't talk nonsense. It's 11 p. m. You

sashay down the street looking for

a pair of pants. I stop, you get in,

and suddenly you play the fancy lady,

and I'm supposed to be your chauffeur

who takes you home.

Even the nutcases are laughing.

You have lost your mind.

What are you thinking?

Let go of me! -I only want

the taxi fare. -Help!

Help!

- Hey you!

Are you hurt? Here,

I'll help you.

Did you call for help? -Yes. -The guy

who took off as I turned the corner?

Yes. A light-coloured Mercedes.

Did anything happen to you?

- No, no, my glasses are broken.

Where do you live?

Here. I was just coming out of the cinema

when the stranger started bothering me,

and this gentleman saved me.

Well, OK then. Have a good night.

That way one becomes the

protector of virtue.

But it was very kind anyway. -I need a

taxi. Can't drive without glasses.

Get in. I'll drive you. -What, do you

know this car? -Yes, yes.

The doctor said you need to rest.

- Wait a minute!

Here, you have to take

this medicine, too.

It's not a concussion. Only shock.

Thank you.

Hello, Editorial. Why didn't you answer,

miss? So, please write this down.

On the edge of the box on the first page,

in semibold is the lead, under "Local".

Maybe you will find a suitable

picture of me in the archives.

What? Of me! Now, on

to the text, please.

We all know that Dr. Alois Kaempfer,

publisher and chief editor of our paper,

abhors being mentioned in his own

newspaper. Got it? "Abhors".

Our readers all know Dr. K as a tireless

fighter for freedom, rights,

and cleanliness, and against

corruption and immorality.

It corresponds completely with the

Kaempferesque character of Dr. Kaempfer

that he rescued a woman from the clutches

of a sexual fiend this evening.

In doing so, he suffered a

serious jaw injury.

We believe we shouldn't withhold this

information from our readers,

even at the risk of arousing

our boss's displeasure.

We wish Dr. K a speedy recovery.

That's it. Thanks.

Where are you going?

- Home.

Stay... please.

You're not my type.

You would have to come up

with a lot.

I could make something of you.

- Really?

What, for instance?

To begin with, a lady. -Haven't you

noticed that I am one already?

Yes, but you're missing a few things.

Such as jewellery.

Please give me my suit coat.

Here, as a small jump start.

There would be much more

in there for you.

Thank you kindly.

Yes, what is it? What sort of headline?

Oh, for my article. Can't you find one?

So just write, "Good Deed in Silence".

I decided to become his

employee after all.

He had a lot of power. With his

newspapers he could lift up people,

or topple them, too, provided

he knew enough about them.

I taught him the necessary

elements of intimacy.

And that's how I became, for a

while, his right-hand woman.

I don't know if he suddenly became

frightened of me because I knew too much.

At any rate, one day he told me he

wanted to open a liaison office in Bonn,

whose management I was to take over.

It was fine with me, because as time

went on, it became more complicated

to live next to him.

Hurry up, guys!

Please love Bonn, madam,

please love Bonn.

Where German hearts soar with pride.

Please love Bonn, madam,

do you know Bonn?

Thank you.

Where, however, red

roses never wither.

Do you love Bonn, madam? -Pardon?

- Do you love Bonn?

I don't know yet.

A purely rhetorical question I ask

every visitor, because then he can still

say something bad about Bonn.

Once you know the city, you will see that

there's no truth to what some people say.

Many good things can be said about Bonn.

Such as that it is situated on the Rhine,

and that it doesn't cling to the old.

That's visible in all the new buildings,

and the appearance of the

Bundestag building.

These walls seem to be built to last.

No Entry!

And sadly the thing stands in the

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