Man is a Wonderful, Woundable Animal
Oleo’s is hopping. Fat Carlo is sweating away behind the bar, dipping and dripping in the ice-cream bins. He looks up for an instant as Stefan comes in - grins - and then re-applies himself. The Moped Gestapo, installed on the left, is demanding Der Stürmerfrom Emile, spastic fifty-year-old alumnus of Theresienstadt.