He calmly fell asleep, believing the worst was over. He did not know—old Herr Trotta—that fate was brewing… — Joseph Roth
He calmly fell asleep, believing the worst was over. He did not know—old Herr Trotta—that fate was brewing bitter grief for him while he slept. He was old and tired, and death was already lurking, but life would not yet let him go. Like a cruel host it held him fast at the table because he had not yet tasted all the bitterness that had been prepared for him.
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