And if you'll just listen I'll make your eyes glisten
My obstinate rejection of time is now taking its revenge on me. Its passage never existed for me. I never felt it as a river that could dry up. It was all around me, inexhaustible, a sea. I drifted about in all directions; it seemed natural to go on this way. My time would never run out. Everything I undertook was for eternity, and eternities were
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You see, the Flugerl is a ghost that haunts the nervous system of your beloved. It may well be she can manage to hide her dangerous whims, her foolish impulses, and certainly her treacherous intentions, but the Flugerl is something that takes possession of her like a blind power of nature. It is a force of wild and uncontrollable urgency, and once it becomes rampant, it throws all conventions and all proprieties into a garbage heap. It is indeed as if nature, suppressed or regimented, suddenly demanded its atavistic, primordial rights.
The Flugerl is of many types, of course, but there is one large, generic resemblance. All the Flugerls are just as relaxed as a cat with a damaged mouse.
In short, the Flugerl is a man--not necessarily handsome, very rarely accomplished, and hardly ever rich.
But still, he has something.
He generates the exact critical wave length with which to upset the moral and psychic equilibrium of your mistress or wife, and she becomes aware of it the moment he enters a room, even if her back is turned towards the door.
There is no real weapon against a Flugerl, except a rapid and unceremonious withdrawal from the premises where he is rampant.
Taking the girl with you, of course.
Remember, this calamity may befall you anywhere at all--in a restaurant, on the street, in a bus, in a train, in a department store--anywhere at all--and, before you know it, the damage is done. She is committed before she herself knows what has happened to her, and you are suddenly in touch with one of the truly dark powers that hover malevolently around us in this world.
There is only one occasion when I stood my ground. I gave Flugerl in question an unprovoked slap in the face.
I'm sorry to say, this doesn't always work. As a matter of fact, it is liable to arouse a sudden spasm of justified womanly sympathy which is bound to lead to inevitable emotional involvements.
No! My best advice to you is, run, and make a fuss about it later on.
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