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« Written This Year on All Souls’ Day » can’t stop thinking about it

« Some of you may be frivolous enough to think that opening a new four shop is no great event. All I can say is,'You poor innocents!' or I might merely shrug my shoulders and say nothing at all. »

« The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might - one last time before slipping into the pit - be warmed by the light of the sun. »

“Pretty girls go out early for water. They don’t want to be seen with their pails.”

“Of course in those days the commissioner had the power to prohibit people from dying, let alone attending funerals.”

“Behind it was Mr Kedlicky, the policeman, a stub of tallow candle burning gently in his square glass lantern.”

“Mr Schimmer was a German from Slukov, and if he is still with us —which I hope to God he is—I'll wager he speaks Czech as poorly as he did then. 'And to think I learned it in a year,’ he liked to say.”

“I wish to describe a tragic event, but the merry face of Mr. Vojtisek, a face beaming with health and as radiantly red as a Sunday roast basted with fresh butter, shines over the whole thing from the outset.”

“Ms. Schlegel was supposed to be a beauty. Perhaps she was— but only to an architect. One could see the why and wherefore of it all.”

Václav's eyes suddenly sparkled. He jumped up and grabbed a bunch of keys from the wall.
"And where might you be off to?'
'The roof.'
'To do what, if I may ask?'
'Map out my future!'