Moral 63 Page #4

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water when the spring thaw comes.

The old houses and the old, rich men

will swim if necessary.

One sees, the Bundestag

is up to its neck in water.

Bonn, with his Schaumburg Palais,

wir building a nation.

Bonn, when I stand on Riegelsberg, how

the breast swells from proud tradition!

They will ask, madam, what does Bonn have

to do with morals? I will tell them,

nothing. Bonn has nothing to do with

morals. It's too small for that.

Here, everyone obeys need, and not

one's own instincts.

Here one stays pure.

This is Nadja Tiller, by the way.

- Oh.

Please love Bonn, madam,

please love Bonn.

wherever the eyes roam

nothing but stars.

Bonn, an attraction for many who have

to... er, want to believe that we, judging

by Bonn, are a grand people, and that a

new German wind is blowing here.

In the course of its long history, Bonn

has sired many substantial children.

His most famous son

was... hard-of-hearing.

Excuse me. Ludwig von Beethoven,

of course. Those who

claim there's a correlation between Bonn

and deafness are mean-spirited, and have

nothing to do with politics.

The best political ideas and thoughts

are silent and enlightening,

and brighten our daily lives,

and are purely delightful to the people.

Joy, fair spark of the gods,

Beethoven, don't turn in your grave.

We enter, drunk with taxes.

Bonn is a stopgap.

First we need unity again.

Alas, no one will speak of Bonn anymore.

All people will be brothers.

Nobody today and nobody tomorrow.

I set up the liaison office

in a hotel on a temporary basis.

It was soon the subject of much

interest from all sides.

Whenever a car stopped in front of the hotel

- at the moment it's Consul Meyer-Cleve -

the ladies of the

officers' circle emerged.

Widows of officers, who watched the

events in Bonn through their curtains.

Even those in the back courtyard joined

in the general nosiness.

And yet, Meyer-Cleve was a guest they

should have been used to seeing by now.

His effortless profits from crude iron

and tank treads led him to become a

frequent and, I must say,

pleasant visitor.

Unfortunately, he always lay

down in the wrong bed.

I wasn't used to it, because

Kaempfer was so far to the right,

that he, for ideological reasons,

couldn't even lie to the left at night.

Therefore, I slept restlessly, and

also dreamt of Kaempfer.

Of his past, which he never

wanted to discuss.

I had a nightmare about you.

I woke up from it,

and at that same moment

I heard you coming.

Love thy enemies, do good for those who

hate you, bless those who curse you,

pray for those who berate you.

Trouble?

These crooks, idiots, drummers,

shadow-boxers!

These low Germans. They want

to finish me off.

They sniff around in my private life and

try to make a scandal out of every

woman's hair that they

find on my carpet!

They only look through

keyholes into bedrooms,

and preferably directly

into the anus.

The real vice of today is

not the vice in itself,

but rather the indiscretion

with which it is handled.

The media thrives on it. Yours too.

You have also shot down some people who

did nothing more than everyone else.

Of course! When something becomes public,

one must identify it for what it is.

Especially in view of public mores.

It is essentially always good to

declare good "good" and bad "bad".

And who is declaring you as "bad"

at the moment?

Political eggheads for reinsurers.

The partisan of that intelligence, who

doesn't recognize its dubiousness

because it's too stupid.

Was there something to suss out?

- What should there be to suss out?

I can answer for everything I do.

But you'll have a very hard time

proving it to dummies,

who don't have your intellectual

and mental scope. -That's just it!

That's exactly what they're

speculating about.

They want to depress me morally and hold

my political alliances against me.

But our alliances are

completely legitimate.

After all, our dealings with ministers...

- Shh! No names please.

But answer this me from your

honour and conscience.

If someone were to ask you if you have

a clear conscience about everything

you have seen and done with me,

what would you say?

I don't understand your question.

I am your employee. It's not a question

of conscience, but earnings.

You... pay me.

OK then. But assume someone offers you a

lot of money if you tell things about me.

I would be quiet like a grave.

Listen, I think it would be best to close

this liaison office temporarily.

You could take a world trip.

- Come now, what's going on?

Someone's going to file a

lawsuit against me.

I don't want you to become

embroiled in it.

A lawsuit involving private matters?

The private side will influence the

outcome. And there will be repercussions.

And then there are business

matters as well.

What private things do they know?

- A couple of photos are going around.

Photos? -Don't worry. You can

only be seen from behind.

I won't leave.

Very well. How much do you want?

You must be aware that my

silence is worth something to you.

I'm staying here. My best

connections are here.

My best connections.

Your friends will leave you in the

lurch. Not my friends.

Everything you are is because of me.

I picked you up out of the gutter.

- Out of the church.

I accorded you every chance.

I paid you very well.

And for all that you now

want to blackmail me.

You want me to forget our past.

I don't have any cheques at hand.

I'll have the money transferred to you.

It'll only work illicitly. -Wherever

it comes from, it doesn't stink.

I have to take a few suits and some

clothes. I'll be away for a few days.

At home I didn't have the opportunity

to have something packed for me.

Just don't betray me.

- You are a creation of the devil.

Meyer-Cleve.

When you're better again and back home

you'll come see me again, right?

You see, I have a lot to thank you for.

I learned a lot from you.

For example:
Be as clever as the snakes,

and as innocent as the doves.

Beware of people, for they will

hand you over to the courts.

But when they give you to the courts, don't

worry about what or how you should talk,

because what you should say can be

given to you at any hour of the day.

Stop that!

- I won't put it away.

Most gracious lady, a broad horizon such

as this is rare in Bonn.

Say, who lives over there?

In the tower? A General a. D., by now

completely benign.

"El Topografia", colon.

Private car, license plate: BI.

- BI is Bielefeld, Herr General.

Bielefeld. I was posted there once,

too. My fondest memories.

Our old cavalry.

But no sentimentality.

So, 3:
45 p. m.

Gentleman, in parentheses, "unknown",

around 60, small, fat, bourgeois.

- Bourgeois...

Lady, in parentheses, "unknown",

around 20. Tall, slim, and bourgeois.

On the balcony of the heretofore

empty house, number 14. Sighted.

Sighted. -Do you have "slim and

bourgeois"? -Yes, Herr General.

We'll stay on enemy watch.

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