Saturday, November 09, 2019

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We were greeted in the reception hall of the Emperor's villa by an ancient gentleman whom my mother addressed as 'my dear Count.' He kissed her hand gallantly and ignored me, possibly because he did not see me. In any case, my own attentions were claimed by a row of glass cases filled with stuffed birds of every description.

- From The Interpreter: Memoirs of Doktor Eugen Dollmann

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