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Chapter 13

           Heshowedmearoundhislittlevegetable-gardenterrace:hiscucumbers,hisalmonds,hisloquats,hispistachios.FromthefaredgeoftheterraceIcouldseedowntowhereIhadbeenlyingonlyanhourortwobefore."Moutsa.""Ihaven’thearditcalledthatbefore.""Albanian."Hetappedhisnose."Snout.Becauseofthecliffoverthere.""Notverypoeticforsuchalovelybeach.""TheAlbanianswerepirates.Notpoets.TheirwordforthiscapewasBourani.Twohundredyearsagoitwastheirslangwordforgourd.Alsoforskull."Hemovedaway."Deathandwater."AsIwalkedbehindhim,Isaid,"Iwonderedaboutthesignbythegate.Salled’attente.""TheGermansoldiersputitthere.TheyrequisitionedBouraniduringthewar.""Butwhythat?""IthinktheyhadbeenstationedinParis.Theyfounditdullbeinggarrisonedhere."Heturnedandsawmesmile."Precisely.OnemustbegratefulforthesmallestgrainofhumorfromtheGermans.Ishouldnotliketheresponsibilityofdestroyingsucharareplant.""DoyouknowGermany?""ItisnotpossibletoknowGermany.Onlytoendureit.""Bach?Isn’thereasonablyendurable?"Hestopped."Idonotjudgecountriesbytheirgeniuses.Ijudgethembytheirracialcharacteristics.TheancientGreekscouldlaughatthemselves.TheRomanscouldnot.ThatiswhyFranceisacivilizedsocietyandSpainisnot.ThatiswhyIforgivetheJewsandtheAnglo-Saxonstheircountlessvices.AndwhyIshouldthankGod,ifIbelievedinGod,thatIhavenoGermanblood.

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