Reading Der Mensch Erscheint im Holozän, Section 7
pp. 100-114
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Meistens denkt man im Gehen gar nichts.1
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Worüber soll man sich Gedanken machen?
heikel: awkward, delicate (precarious), particular (fastidious, choosy), fussy, precarious, sensitive (mission, issue), tricky (situation, problem), thorny (fig.), dodgy (situation), shaky (precarious), picky (esp. about food), touchy (subject), subtle, queasy, fastidious, ticklish, dainty, scabrous, trickily, fussily, queasily, scabrously, touchily
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Nachdem er den Cognac ausgetrunken hat (ein kleiner Flachmann) und den Feldstecher in den Rucksack gesteckt und langsam den Rucksack weider verschnürt hat, ist Herr Geiser noch eine Weile lang sitzen geblieben, ohne sich zu sagen, was er denkt, was in seinem Kopf beschlossen wird.
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jemand hat die Zettel an den Wänden gesehen_
I'm suddenly so tired again. I haven't done much of anything all day other than worry and attempt not to think. Emotionally exhausted. At some point in the near future, I will also have to metaphorically climb a pass in the Alps to prove to someone that I don't have to go to Basel. Was soll Shawn Huelle in metaphorischer Basel? I think that if Stadt is feminine, then a city (any city) probably also is. I am also probably wrong. I wish someone would bring me soup while I slept. I wouldn't mind if they saw all the bits of paper on the walls. I mean, I have long subscribed to Virginia Woolf's idea, "Arrange whatever pieces come your way." Hell, the wall on which the Zettel can be found is already open to the public in several forms.
The footnote alone breaks the word count rule, even if the response does not.
- "A Little Ramble" (by Robert Walser (translated by Tom Whalen)): I walked through the mountains today. The weather was damp, and the entire region was gray. But the road was soft and in places very clean. At first I had my coat on; soon, however, I pulled it off, folded it together, and laid it upon my arm. The walk on the wonderful road gave me more and ever more pleasure; first it went up and then descended again. The mountains were huge, they seemed to go around. The whole mountainous world appeared to me like an enormous theater. The road snuggled up splendidly to the mountainsides. Then I came down into a deep ravine, a river roared at my feet, a train rushed past me with magnificent white smoke. The road went through the ravine like a smooth white stream, and as I walked on, to me it was as if the narrow valley were bending and winding around itself. Gray clouds lay on the mountains as though that were their resting place. I met a young traveler with a rucksack on his back, who asked if I had seen two other young fellows. No, I said. Had I come here from very far? Yes, I said, and went farther on my way. Not a long time, and I saw and heard the two young wanderers pass by with music. A village was especially beautiful with humble dwellings set thickly under the white cliffs. I encountered a few carts, otherwise nothing, and I had seen some children on the highway. We don’t need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much.