““Look, Hasse,” said I, “you stay quietly here as long as you like. I must be going. There’s cognac in the wardrobe if you prefer it. That’s rum there. Here are some newspapers. Then this afternoon take your wife out for a walk, anywhere, but out of the building. Go to the movies. It costs no more than a couple of hours at a café and you have something for it afterwards. Forget is the word to-day, not brood.” I patted him on the shoulder, but with a poor conscience. Anyhow, the movies are always good. Everyone can dream something there.””
