All quiet on the Western FrontRemarque, Erich Maria
History
All quiet on the Western Front
Remarque, Erich Maria
War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
Wearily I stand up and look out of the window. Then I take one of
the books, intending to read, and turn over the leaves. But I put it
away and take out another. There are passages in it that have been
marked. I look, turn over the pages, take up fresh books. Already
they are piled up beside me. Speedily more join the heap, papers,
magazines, letters.
I stand there dumb. As before a judge.
Dejected.
Words, Words, Words--they do not reach me.
Slowly I place the books back in the shelves.
Nevermore.
Quietly, I go out of the room.
* *
Still I do not give up hope. I do not, indeed, go to my room any
more, but comfort myself with the thought that a few days are not
enough to judge by. Afterwards--later on--there is plenty of time
for that.
So I go over to see Mittelstaedt in the barracks, and we sit in his
room, there is an atmosphere about it that I do not like but with
which I am quite familiar.
Mittelstaedt has some news ready for me that electrifies me on the
spot. He tells me Kantorek has been called up as a territorial.
"Just think of it," says he, and takes out a couple of good cigars,
"I come back here from the hospital and bump right into him. He
stretches out his paw to me and bleats: 'Hullo Mittelstaedt, how are
you?'--I look at him and say: 'Territorial Kantorek, business is
business and schnapps is schnapps, you ought to know that well enough
yourself. Stand to attention when you speak to a superior officer.'
You should have seen his face! A cross between a dud and a pickled
cucumber. He tried once again to chum up. So I snubbed him a bit
harder. Then he brought up his biggest guns and asked
confidentially: 'Would you like me to use my influence so that you
can take an emergency-exam.?' He was trying to remind me of those
things, you know. Then I got mad and I reminded him of something
instead. 'Territorial Kantorek, two years ago you preached us into
enlisting; and among us there was one, Joseph Behm, who didn't want
to enlist. He was killed three months before he would have been
called up in the ordinary way. If it had not been for you he would
have lived just that much longer. And now: Dismiss. You will hear
from me later.' It was easy to get put in charge of his company.
First thing I did was to take him to the stores and fit him out with
a suitable equipment. You will see in a minute."
We go out to the parade ground. The company has fallen in.
Mittelstaedt stands them at ease and inspects.
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