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the room "Oh not that piece! Not that great piece, but that tiny one way down underneath! No, no, that ^minute one still further down! Yes, yes, that's quite sufficient - I eat so very little!" The men protested that the portion finally installed on the gilt-edged plate was too small to keep [over-written: anyone]] a bird alive until morning; the other Rhine maidens murmured their admiration for so much daintiness, and the uproar finally died down.

  With the help of a girl from the travel agency

I placed an advertisement in the paper, and after a few days moved out to Schwabing to live with Fräulein Groth in a small new apartment at the end of the streetcar line. From that retreat I weathered the late cold Bavarian spring, working hard at the German language and listening to the tireless monologues of Fräulein Groth, through which I thought I could see certain shoals of German character ^& tradition breaking surface. The father of Fräulein Groth had been a physicist who had been knighted for some discovery about crystals, and crossed out: through ^in his august memory I could crossed out: catch see