M. Larue almost fell upon the neck of Höfgen, so delighted was he to see him again. “Oh, oh, mon très cher ami! Enchanté – charmed to see you again.” There was a shaking of hands and cordial laughter. Wasn’t it a pleasure for M. Larue to live in the new Germany? Wasn’t his new love in his well-fitting SS uniform much prettier than any of those dirty Communist youths in days gone by? Bonsoir, mon cher, I am utterly delighted – long live the Führer. That very evening, Larue insisted, he would send a report to Paris saying how happy and peace-loving everyone was in Berlin. No one has any wicked, aggressive thoughts.

M. Larue almost fell upon the neck of Höfgen, so delighted was he to see him again. “Oh, oh, mon très cher ami! Enchanté – charmed to see you again.” There was a shaking of hands and cordial laughter. Wasn’t it a pleasure for M. Larue to live in the new Germany? Wasn’t his new love in his well-fitting SS uniform much prettier than any of those dirty Communist youths in days gone by? Bonsoir, mon cher, I am utterly delighted – long live the Führer. That very evening, Larue insisted, he would send a report to Paris saying how happy and peace-loving everyone was in Berlin. No one has any wicked, aggressive thoughts.

– Klaus Mann –

Mephisto

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