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1 " ...my pride in Joachim Mahlke was as sweet as chocolate creams. "
― Günter Grass , Cat and Mouse
2 " Stuffed cats are able to creep more convincingly than live ones. "
3 " Suppose you're teaching math. You assume that parallel lines meet at infinity. You'll admit that adds up to something like transcendence. "
4 " Mahlke couldn't joke. He sometimes tried. But everything he did, touched or said, became solemn, significant, monumental; "
5 " Y cuando el corredor dijo amén, allí estaba él, con la clara ventana frontal a la espalda, entre la secretaría y la dirección: él, el Gran Mahlke, pero sin ratón, porque llevaba en el cuello el singular objeto, el abretesésamo, el magneto, lo contrario de una cebolla, el trébol galvanizado de cuatro hojas, el engendro del buen viejo Schinkel, la golosina, el aparato, la cosa cosa cosa, el no-quiero-hablar-de-eso. ¿Y el ratón? "
6 " ¡Y cómo rezaba! ¡Qué mirada de ternera la suya! Los ojos se le iban poniendo cada vez más vidriosos, y su boca, amargada, se movía sin cesar y sin la menor puntuación. Así es como suelen boquear, buscando aire, los peces arrojados a la playa. Sirva esta imagen para ilustrar el descomedimiento con que Mahlke rezaba. "
7 " … and one day, after Mahlke had learned to swim, we were lying in the grass, in the Schlagball field. I ought to have gone to the dentist, but they wouldn't let me because I was hard to replace on the team. My tooth was howling. A cat sauntered diagonally across the field and no one threw anything at it. A few of the boys were chewing or plucking at blades of grass. The cat belonged to the caretaker and was black. Hotten Sonntag rubbed his bat with a woolen stocking. My tooth marked time. The tournament had been going on for two hours. We had lost hands down and were waiting for the return game. It was a young cat, but no kitten. In the stadium, handball goals were being made thick and fast on both sides. My tooth kept saying one word, over and over again. On the cinder track the sprinters were practicing starts or limbering up. The cat meandered about. A trimotored plane crept across the sky, slow and loud, but couldn't drown out my tooth. Through the stalks of grass the caretaker's black cat showed a white bib. Mahlke was asleep. The wind was from the east, and the crematorium between the United Cemeteries and the Engineering School was operating. Mr. Mallenbrandt, the gym teacher, blew his whistle: Change sides. The cat practiced. Mahlke was asleep or seemed to be. I was next to him with my toothache. Still practicing, the cat came closer. Mahlke's Adam's apple attracted attention because it was large, always in motion, and threw a shadow. Between me and Mahlke the caretaker's black cat tensed for a leap. We formed a triangle. My tooth was silent and stopped marking time: for Mahlke's Adam's apple had become the cat's mouse. It was so young a cat, and Mahlke's whatsis was so active – in any case the cat leaped at Mahlke's throat; or one of us caught the cat and held it up to Mahlke's neck; or I, with or without my toothache, seized the cat and showed it Mahlke's mouse: and Joachim Mahlke let out a yell, but suffered only slight scratches.And now it is up to me, who called your mouse to the attention of this cat and all cats, to write. Even if we were both invented, I should have to write. Over and over again the fellow who invented us because it's his business to invent people obliges me to take your Adam's apple in my hand and carry it to the spot that saw it win or lose. "