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Minggu, 06 Oktober 2013

THE GREEN KING (part 30)






THE GREEN KING (part 30)


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The Photographer from Salzburg

He turned the handle, but didn’t open it right way. For the first time since he had entered the house, his face showed some emotion. His pupils widened, his lips parted as if he were suddenly out of breath. He lean his temple, then his cheek against the door frame and closed his eyes. His features clenched in despair. He could hear, probably more clearly that if the noises had been real, the smooth and familiar sound, hardly hissing, of the rubber wheels of the wheelchair belonging to Johann Klimrod, whose legs had been paralysed by an attack of hemiplegia in 1931, in the spring when Reb Michael was not yet three years old. He could hear his father’s voice talking on the telephone, or speaking to his associate Erich Steyr, or to one of the four assistants or one of the three secretaries. He could hear the clicking of the small elevator his father used to go from his ground floor law office to the library and his private rooms….
…..could hear his father saying to Steyr: ‘Erich, I am afraid of this trip to Lvov. In spite of these permits you have obtained for them…’.

He opened his eyes, pushed the door, went in. The room contained the long polished oak table he had always known, an old carpet, a rickety chair. The walls, covered with garnet silk above the paneling, still bore outline of the paintings that that had hung on them. Some of the shelves accessible from an oak-railed balcony had been torn down. There remained not one of the fifteen or twenty thousand books collected by Johann Klimrod over forty years and, before him, by the four or five preceding generations of Klimrods, one of whom had been a high ranking official under Joseph II, King of Germany and Holy Roman Emperor. Nor did there remain any part of the marvelous collection of madonnas in polychromed woods, slender, smiling, dressed in brocade, four and a half centuries old..





TO BE CONTINUED


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