Tag: Germany

I am trying to recollect what it looked like
It was a subtile message
You have cast a new light on the matter
But this is not, as I gather, the machine that does the thinking?
I am accustomed by long habit to being in a chain of command
I shall make inquiries. It is strange.
Shall we try to force it open?
I should not love to be your companion for any length of time
He’d not so much as twitched an eyelid
They heard, too, a distant thudding noise
Finally a horn sounded from the marshes
Why do I encounter them everywhere I go?
In truth I am no gentleman, though I can be a gentle man
I said it before, sir, you are a gentle man
I beg your pardon?
I see incontrovertible signs of nakedness in her
His eyes were great luminous ice-balls hanging in space
Modest. Nothing gaudy
This produced a brief but profound silence
What the hell are you doing?
Why is everything I am conjuring up in black-and-white?
For some reason, the background seems to have gone silent
Dead of winter, icy roads, wind blowing sideways across the empty cornfields
These half and quarter truths were the best words he had ever spoken
I stood and looked, I was always looking
Low skies and bare trees, hardly a soul to be seen
We were two sombre boys hunched in our coats, grim winter settling in
Do you really think it will go unnoticed?
At any rate, the Wheel has now turned again
My life has been uneventful by comparison
A smile might have played round my lips
For confusion is a kind of bewitchment
Pay attention, that’s all. Notice things
You could not extract the Philosophic Mercury from gold
And I am not in the mood to be tender and conciliatory just now
Gold and silver will appear in our coffers as if by magic
I have begun thinking like an Alchemist
There are ragged bandit gangs all over the place
I do not know the nature of your involvement with this
I confess that I was observing through the window
Because the next thing you’ll do is melt it down to extract that mystery
The process of abstraction continues
Truly the forkings and wanderings of the Nile are as unknowable as the streets of Cairo
Of course there was much more to it than that
She used to seem so glamorous
He’s proud, can’t keep the smile from creeping in
The pipes hiss and gurgle in the wall near his head
The sun is gone now; it will be dark soon
The responsibility now falls upon you to make it all happen
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you