Peter Altenberg

 

FLIRT

 

"I'm sitting for the first time with a poet," she said, shuddering, as it were, within herself.

 

He said: “You have splendid hands, Fräulein---She thought: "A true poet -- !"

 

Then he said: “You're pale; you seem exhausted. You must never, never, never let yourself be awakened from sleep in the morning. Who wakes you up?!"

"Mamma."

 

"Sleep is the true, perhaps only charitable gift we have of an otherwise hard and pitiless nature!"

 

She thought: "How he expresses himself- A true poet!',

 

Then he said: "I'd like to be a preacher-butjust for the sanctity of slee~like Jesus Christ was for universal things, and I-iebknecht and Tolstoy for others! The exalted prophet of the holy right of the human system to abundant self~nding sleep! Woe unto you, CTimina4 murderer, ~ stroye~; who awakes a person asleep whom nature has set about healing and liberating, and so disturbs and thwarts nature's holy plans!

 

"A mother who awakes her daughter from sleep is no mother!

 

"One thing should be holy to you-nature in her mystenous woi* of replenishing what the pitiless struggle of the day has wrenched from the exhausted organism! Amen."

 

The young woman thought: "A prophet; a fanatic - - - too bad!"

 

Later, he said to her: 'Woman!? Who earned this tide of honor?!? When I asked a girl what kind of rice is the noblest, she was struck dumb and didn't know what to say! A lady once said to me: "My dear sir, we always have the finest rice, isn't that so, laarl?! Not at all bad, wouldn't you say?!?" But she had no idea what distinguishes the "finest rice"!

 

The young woman thought: "A cook - -- too bad!"

 

Then she said: "Well, what distinguishes it?!?"

 

He: "Every kernel of rice should be perfectly translucent, like fine aia1)~'~tcr, with no dull or cloudy places. When you cook it, it should stay very soft and yet retain its complete shape, as if it were still hard and uncooked! Firm and tender at the same time. Like refined people."

 

She said quite sadly: "Must a 'woman' just be able to understand

 

"No," he said. "But rice, one of the finest, most tender, and most easily digestible foods, a source of warmth for its coldness, represents, one could say, the holy world of substitutes for lost energies! To help a man regain his strength, his stature, his passions, his highest functioning-to want to help him so, to be able to help him so-that is what it means to be a 'woman!'

 

A true woman!"

 

The young woman thought: "I don't understand that at all. A fool            ---        too bad!"

 

Then they spoke about the glass lemon squeezer, "Columbus's egg, as he called it. That is to say, he spoke, and she yawned inwardly, appre­ciative and knowing. "When you think of how it used to be in the old days, it's frightful. You could get a cramp in your thumb, and half the juice remained sitting in the lemon while the unnecessary seeds were in the glass. But now, with the glass lemon squeezer for 50 hellers, the juice flows like a clear brooklet into the lower groove while the useless seeds remain in the upper one. And the skin itself is dry on the inside like the Gobi Desert. Now a usurer and a floozy can really say: 'I squeezed him like a lemon!"'

 

The young girl's friends were terribly envious that the poet conversed 'with her aside so long and so intently.

 

One of them said: "What could they be talking about?! I have absc­lutelv no idea."

 

Another said: "Maybe about Maeterlinck, or at the most still about Ibsen."

 

The third said: "About love!"

 

The fourth: "About adultery, of course.

 

But the youngest thought: 'What difference does it make what you talk about with a poet-

you' re talking with a poet"'

 

Flirt," 1913. original text in Was der Tag mjr zuträgt: .Fünfundsechzig neue Studien (Berlin: S. Fischer Verlag, 1924), 305-9.