Status Updates From The Salzburg Tales

I’m breathless every time I read this book. Why is it considered so obscure?

It's been a long time since I've read a work as wantonly incontinent as this one. Salzburg Tales represents attributes similar to golddiggers: both are vapid, both are wastrels, and both are idiotic.

When fiction comes across as a textbook, there's a lot of things wrong with the work.

I was eighteen when I was gently put down by my literature teacher for 'verbal diarrhea.' I think fiction works with motive verbs, not with a logoemesis. I'm going to put my head down and finish it ASAP.

The Doctor - "he had taken up all his hobbies late, after a mild youth, and he went at them with the pleasure and abandon of a mastiff pup chasing chickens."

A band of German youths and girls on a walking trip - "they had no time to pause: they told no tales. They passed on and went back to their full, oppressed lives, their ambitions pacified with their conquests over boulders and nettles, until the next vacation."