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Vaknin, Sam, 1961-

"The Suffering of Being Kafka"


"Come, come!" - he hastens me - "You mustn't miss this! Two stunners
making it. This is something you have never seen before, I bet!"
"I don't want to!" - I whisper, prying my shoulder loose from his
clammy vise - "Leave me alone!" - and I retreat, scuttling, to the
safety of the landing.
"You are a nutcase, that's what you are!" - Eli now pelts me from his
elevated perch - "Even a homosexual would be excited! Such knockouts, a
ton of breasts, exquisite asses, that's what you are missing, you hear
me?"
By morning his wrath subsides. Casting a waxy arm over his fluttering
eyes, he blocks the fervid light and croaks:
"They should pass a law."
"Where's Mayer?" - I enquire.
"Up in the room" - he giggles - "Stuck with the whores. They claim to
have been nurses in a hospital. When he revives, he will have to pay
them" - he finds it side-splitting.
"Madeleine was looking for you" - I informed him and added - "Many
times." I evaded his scolding stare, turning the pages in my book in
the wrong direction.
"What did you tell her?" - he rasps.
"Nothing whatsoever."
"And she?"
"Said none."
"We will visit her this evening" - Eli decrees and drops the subject
altogether.
A few minutes later:
"Stay here" - he exits and locks the door behind him.


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