augury doggerel

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


After coffee, there is time for a little of old Danzig. As we walk along Ulica Swietego Ducha, which in English would be the Street of the Holy Ghost and in German was Heilige-Geist-Gasse, we come to number 45 or to number 47 or perhaps to number 81, any of which may have been number 114 in the old numbering system. In fact, we come to nothing, and it is dark and cold, and we are only me, for you are not here and I am here making up everything in my head, and there is nothing to show where the king of pessimists took his first steps.


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