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the lady that accompanies him. But the whisper was mis-directed and ends up... ...between the breasts of a Russian princess two rows behind him. She immediately writes the incident in the notebook that contains the sketch of her memoirs. It is the day of the great march. They are introducing the mutitilated of war to society: First come those who lost their right hand, they of course wave with the left... ...then a little later those who lost their left hand, they wave with the right one... ...later the choir of jawless singers. It is the talk of the town... ...a complete regiment of right hands that have lost their body that might follow. Nevertheless no one thinks about the terrifying troubles of those who have lost a single ear, and who from that day on suffered because everything enters one ear but can't go out through the other... ...no, everything they hear amasses in their head, infinitely. It is terrible, empty phrases from the news, the weather... ...police reports, a bag crammed with good mornings, how are you? Fine thank and you... ...and then the horror of knowing that there is not enough space... ...and any moment now, someone will move a chair... ...and the noise will make the head overflow and in the end it will explode, and it does: The walls drip with old noise. Inconvenient phrases splutter and the worst comes when a “go to hell� uttered in Madagascar in 1935 ends up in the face of the archduke. Which is unusual for someone who normally evades everything. Embarrassment is general... ...and the general is embarrassed... ...immediately freeze all... ...orthopedic credits. Measures are taken... ...and the rebels put into place. Tranquility returns to the spirits... ...souls return to their bodies... ...and everyone goes home.