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"This woman stood in her surroundings with such self-assurance because she always remained a little foreign within them, because she never ceased entirely to tremble, as it were, never felt completely at ease… . And then it’s like this: on our own native soil and sod, in our own homes, it’s more difficult for us to develop. Sometimes a place where we do not belong in the usual sense is where we best belong, precisely since we didn’t grow up there."

Rober Walser, The Robber (1925) (translation by Susan Bernofsky, 2000)

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"The Robber took out his heart, gazed at it and locked it away again, then wandered on, down into the valley, where a castle stood in the middle of a park and a fountain in the middle of a pool in which swam trout whose reddish spots smiled like feverish girls, and he went into the castle and was shown a memorable hall upon whose polished floor centuries-old bloodstains could still be seen. He asked their meaning, and everything required for their understanding was willingly explained to him."

Rober Walser, The Robber (1925) (translation by Susan Bernofsky, 2000)

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"I now address an appeal to the healthy: don’t persist in reading nothing but healthy books, acquaint yourselves also with so-called pathological literature, from which you may derive considerable edification. Healthy people should always, so to speak, take certain risks. For what other reason, blast and confound it, is a person healthy?"

— Rober Walser, The Robber (1925) (translation by Susan Bernofsky, 2000)

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I watched a guy vomit in a grocery store parking lot once. His friend looked at me and said, “My friend’s got a wound on his hand that’s making him drowsy.”
But perhaps more importantly: the way the woman looks at the puker after she’s fallen as though it’s all the puker’s fault.

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I watched a guy vomit in a grocery store parking lot once. His friend looked at me and said, “My friend’s got a wound on his hand that’s making him drowsy.”

But perhaps more importantly: the way the woman looks at the puker after she’s fallen as though it’s all the puker’s fault.

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"Yes, there still exist persons who are continuing to grow and haven’t managed to come to terms with their inner and outer lives with terror-inspiring speed or in a trice or a twinkling, as if human beings were merely breakfast rolls that can be produced in five minutes and then sold to be put to use. One still finds, thank God, doubters, and those inclined to waver. As if every fellow who knuckles down, rakes it in and demands his due were a model for us all and a good citizen of the land he belongs to. Not a bit of it! And the unripe surpass the ripe in ripeness, the useless often outdo the useful in use, and as for the rest, there’s no need for absolutely everything to be available for immediate or all but momentary consumption. Long live and gaily prosper, even in this age of ours, a certain human luxury, for any society intent on stamping out all coziness and letting-live is bound to tumble straight into the devil’s hands."

— Rober Walser, The Robber (1925) (translation by Susan Bernofsky, 2000)

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