Day 3: Clearly, the medical strategy pursued here is curing the patients by lots of sleep, produced by general boredom. The local musicians are terrible. And Himself said his own musicians were off limits to anyone but himself. Adds he: "If you're bored, you can always walk my dogs."
Then there are the other guests. All of whom are either swarming Fritz and telling him how wonderful he is, or talking to me in the hope I'll introduce them to him, with "talking" being a euphemism for "raving on how wonderful Fritz is". I tried to entertain myself by figuring out who the spies are, but that's almost too easy.
Day 4: Am making progress with the "Anti-Fritz", but not yet with the Voltaire address stealing, as that would involve working my way through Fritz' swarm of admirers or begging for a private audience. (NEVER.) Letter from Wilhelm who mentions the Firstborn definitely made up, which he knows because Pöllnitz thinks Wilhelmine was working on a trashy tell all about our family and now has stopped (the proof of which is that she doesn't ask Pöllnitz for anecdotes anymore). I'd say it only proves she knows all of Pöllnitz stories, and anyway, why should Wilhemine write a trashy tell all? That's MY mission in life!
Day 5: Have decided my trashy tell all can only be better than Wilhelmine's potential trashy tell all if I have Fritz stories to tell, which unfortunatetely involves interacting with Fritz. So, merely in the interest of my literary future, I contrived to have breakfeast with the Almighty. (He gets up early enough for most of the admirers to still be asleep, so the amount of Fritz-fawning I have to listen to is at its lowest then.) Says he: "Doesn't look as if the waters agree with you, or is there another explanation for that shade of green you're exhibiting?" (This is Fritz speak for "Admit it, you're jealous as hell and desperately want to be me." ) "It's the local cuisine," I returned. "They're putting on way too much honey and syrup on every offering. I bet you're starved for some saltiness yourself."
Re: From Pyrmont With Love? Waters, Spies, and Dogs
Then there are the other guests. All of whom are either swarming Fritz and telling him how wonderful he is, or talking to me in the hope I'll introduce them to him, with "talking" being a euphemism for "raving on how wonderful Fritz is". I tried to entertain myself by figuring out who the spies are, but that's almost too easy.
Day 4: Am making progress with the "Anti-Fritz", but not yet with the Voltaire address stealing, as that would involve working my way through Fritz' swarm of admirers or begging for a private audience. (NEVER.) Letter from Wilhelm who mentions the Firstborn definitely made up, which he knows because Pöllnitz thinks Wilhelmine was working on a trashy tell all about our family and now has stopped (the proof of which is that she doesn't ask Pöllnitz for anecdotes anymore). I'd say it only proves she knows all of Pöllnitz stories, and anyway, why should Wilhemine write a trashy tell all? That's MY mission in life!
Day 5: Have decided my trashy tell all can only be better than Wilhelmine's potential trashy tell all if I have Fritz stories to tell, which unfortunatetely involves interacting with Fritz. So, merely in the interest of my literary future, I contrived to have breakfeast with the Almighty. (He gets up early enough for most of the admirers to still be asleep, so the amount of Fritz-fawning I have to listen to is at its lowest then.) Says he: "Doesn't look as if the waters agree with you, or is there another explanation for that shade of green you're exhibiting?" (This is Fritz speak for "Admit it, you're jealous as hell and desperately want to be me." ) "It's the local cuisine," I returned. "They're putting on way too much honey and syrup on every offering. I bet you're starved for some saltiness yourself."