We All Have Appointments With The Past.

To Set One's Name To A Work Gives No One A Title To Be Remembered, For Who Knows How Many Of The Best Of Men Have Gone Without A Trace? The Iniquity Of Oblivion Blindly Scatters Her Poppyseed And When Wretchedness Falls Upon Us One Summer's Day Like Snow, All We Wish For Is To Be Forgotten.

It Is A Sore Point, Because You Do Have Advantages If You Have Access To More Than One Language. You Also Have Problems, Because On Bad Days You Don't Trust Yourself, Either In Your First Or Your Second Language, And So You Feel Like A Complete Halfwit.

No Matter Whether One Is Flying Over Newfoundland Or The Sea Of Lights That Stretches From Boston To Philadelphia After Nightfall, Over The Arabian Deserts Which Gleam Like Mother-of-pearl, Over The Ruhr Or The City Of Frankfurt, It Is As Though There Were No People, Only The Things They Have Made And In Which They Are Hiding.

A Wonderful Story Collection Set Between One Place And Another And Shaped By A Fearless Sense Of Comedy.

Everything Our Civilization Has Produced Is Entombed.