This evening Joe and I sat long at the edge of the village looking at the Matterhorn. Chance ordirection, or both, led him to the beautiful Schloss Hotel, on a hilloverlooking the city, and as fair a view as one may find in all Germany. 'Fuck off, the lot of you,' he snarled as they all surged forward. It might teach you a little Christianity.
I said to my brother that it didn't seem good or funny, and he said, No, it was unfortunate. Let's go inside and 'ave a drink. The IBA would think it otterly ondemocratic. 'I seemed to spend the whole night pushing poor Gertrude round the house in front of me.
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