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- I nodded at the stack of cartoned mackerel.
- "I see this stuff is bound for Germany."
- "No fooling?" he said, scratching away.
- But I didn't flinch under this plodding effort to be sarcastic. The
- witticism found no target upon me. Instead, I lapsed into a serious
- silence.
- "Say Naylor, or Baylor, or whatever it is -- what do you think of
- modern Germany? Do you agree with Hitler's Weltanschauung? "
- No response. Not a word, merely a scratching. And why not? Because
- Weltanschauung was too much for him! I much for any rat. It baffled,
- stupefied him. It was the first time and the last he would ever hear
- the word uttered in his life. I put the pencil in pocket and peered
- over my shoulder. He had to get up on his tiptoes to do it, he was
- such a preposterous!} dwarfed little runt.
- ....
- He walked away. The low words rolled under his breath -obscenities
- meant for me. So that was it! I thumbed my nose at his retreating
- back. I despised him, a low person, a boob of limited vocabulary,
- unable to express his own thoughts, however nasty, except through the
- brummagem medium of foul language. A rat. He was a rat. He was a
- nasty, evil-tongued rat who knew nothing about Hitler's
- Weltanschauung.
- Pee on him!
- ...
- ...I had something on my mind. I
- knocked on the door. He turned around.
- "Hello there. What's your trouble?"
- "No trouble at all," I said. "I merely wanted to get your view on a
- matter."
- "Well, shoot the works. What is it?"
- "A little matter I tried to discuss with you earlier this afternoon."
- He was drying his hands on a black towel.
- "I can't remember. What was it about?"
- "You were very uncivil about it this afternoon," I said. "Maybe you
- won't want to discuss it."
- "Oh," he smiled. "You know how it is when a man's busy. Sure, I'll
- discuss it. What's the trouble?"
- "Hitler's Weltanschauung. What is your opinion of the Fuhrer's
- Weltanschauung?"
- "What's that?"
- "Hitler's Weltanschauung."
- "Hitler's what? Weltan - what?"
- "Hitler's Weltanschauung?"
- "What's that? What's Weltanschauung? You got me there, boy. I don't
- even know what it means."
- I whistled and backed away.
- "My God!" I said. "Don't tell me you don't even know what it means!"
- He shook his head and smiled. It was not very important to him; not as
- important as drying his hands, for instance. He was not at all ashamed
- of his ignorance -- not in the least shocked. In fact, he seemed
- rather pleased. I tsk-tsk-tsked with my tongue and backed out of the
- door, smiling hopelessly. This was almost too much for me. What could
- I do against an ignoramus like that?
- "Well, if you don't know, well, I guess you don't know, and I guess
- there's no sense in trying to discuss it, if you don't know, and,
- well, it looks as if you don't know, so, well, goodnight, if you don't
- know. Goodnight. See you in the morning."
- He stood so surprised he forgot to keep drying his hands. Then he
- called suddenly. "Hey!" he called. "What's this all about?"
- But I was gone, hurrying through the darkness of the vast warehouse,
- only the echo of his voice reaching me. On the way out I passed
- through the wet clammy room where they dumped mackerel, from the
- fishing boats. But tonight there were no mackerel, the season had just
- ended, and instead there were tuna, the first real tuna I ever saw in
- such numbers, the floor littered with them, thousands of them
- scattered over a carpet of dirty ice, their white corpse-like bellies
- blundering through the semi-darkness.
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