One moment—” I answered. “This table is taken. I’m waiting…
““One moment—” I answered. “This table is taken. I’m waiting for someone.” “Not allowed, sir,” said the waiter. “No seats can be reserved at this hour.” I looked at him. Then I looked at the athlete, now standing close by the table and clutching the arm of a chair. I saw her face and gave up at once all thought of further resistance. Not with a set of howitzers would one have deterred this person in her determination to take possession of the table. “Anyway you can bring me another cognac, eh?” I growled at the waiter. “Very well, sir. Another large one?” “A very large one, see!” “Certainly, sir.” He bowed. “It is a table for six persons, you see, sir,” said he apologetically. “Very good. Only bring the cognac.” The athlete appeared to belong to a temperance club as well. She glared at my schnapps as if it were stinking fish. To annoy her I ordered another and glared back. The whole business suddenly struck me as absurd. What did I want here? And what did I want with the girl? I didn’t know even if in all the hubbub and jabber I should recognize her anyway.””
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A man confronts absurd social rituals and personal desire, realizing the futility of his aggression and the emptiness of his wants.
In simple terms: He sees the absurdity of his own demands and questions his motives.
Recognize when desire is hollow and let go.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- restaurant conflict
- personal confrontation
- self‑analysis
- relationship dynamics
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- What underlying need drives my confrontational behavior?
- How can I discern genuine desire from social performance?
The scene may be a literary device, not a literal event, limiting its practical relevance.