Sensation: A barely sixteen year old scholar named Neumann speaks about maternity regulations and the bringing up of children--it doesn't seem to him the place to talk about fallen girls--women have understood that it is right and proper to stay where they belong--the misery of prostitution--posed gestures. Voice. Raise the eyebrows. I must express myself in extremes. I must decidedly condemn zionism as a special variety of prostitution. Maternity regulations: The mother must be protected against her children (new sensational concept), a lady said.--She, a German specialist, contributed to the debate: "In the place where you have left your faith, there you must fetch it". XI. Kohn’s second lover: Teenager (in one hand she had an illustrated astronomy text). He loved her in this way: He frequently made a note if she said something funny to use it later (literarily). But in a cafe on a pond--everywhere it was already evening, and haze hung like veil on the trees and tables and waiters--he took out his notebook from the torn inside pocket of his overcoat and read to her quietly... She laughed and he laughed--more quietly and sadly. Each thought: This isn't the right thing... she thought further: he isn't thoughtful... he thought further: the poor thing, how distant she is from me... then they went rowing. XII. Bar scene in Nuremberg: Kunstmayer. They are all blissfully drunk and can hardly speak clearly anymore. Slurring, someone says: "Dede do dadä". – What are these brutish sleepers worth?--"See how the gaze of this worker is turned inward like an ox's eye ", said Paulus. "The upper-crust ten thousand rule the world", grumbled the waiter bitterly; then he played a wild variation of "Sweetie, You Are the Apple of My Eye" on a mouth organ. From time to time, he beat against the edge of a table. He rubbed his hand clean on his sleeve or trouser leg. Karl Kunstmayer, a revue performer down on his luck: I like to tell dirty jokes... a great guy, philosophically tip-top, but is too ideal-They were in a melancholy mood. Kunstmayer sang quietly: "The girls like this so much". XIII. Drowning in the sea. I am afraid that the girl has also drowned. My rival had an accident at sea (drowned). "It is vulgar that you can at most only make a poem about this, or suddenly find the ending for a story", yelled the dead Kohn. While they walked along, they found white newspaper flyers about the event everywhere.--"That is a brutality", said another. "This is the correct expression".--"Finally!" sighed another, relieved. Kohn yelled: "But I don't want to have an ending for a story. That is vulgar. I'm losing my mind. I want to inflame you. I want to torment you, not satisfy you. You must moan and wail. You must dissolve in pain." The dead Kohn was not noticed. Detective Daniel