Still reading Der verfuehrer from Weiss, and I must admit it is getting much more interesting than it promised as I was getting through the first dozen of its short chapters, though, not to appear apathetic, my reserves of interest were in fact largely spent elsewhere, on a couple of other books, namely the Way to Wigan Pier and Flags in the Dust, the latter holding me in practice to a very slow, unchaffing, thoroughly degustative pace. It occurs to me once more how much this exclusive trundling diet of german can blight the once very rank spreading of my thoughts about things in general and more curiously this effect was perhaps what was most aimed for...aber dieses jetziges gefuehl der freiheit ist sehr kostbar.