… He rocked her back and forth in his arms. He suddenly felt old and clever, and things that mattered once didn’t matter any more. He could afford to be honest with her. “I’m not particularly gifted at anything, […]” he said. “I’m not going to rise very far. We’re always going to have to struggle for money”.
“Oh you,” she said, in a single-song voice, “You.”
The white curtains moved gently against the windows in the wind. A soft light radiated through the room. An enchantment drew them towards the open window, arm in arm, and they leaned out… The countryside was bathed in moonlight…
“Little Mann- What now?” Hans Fallada
