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Updated: May 20, 2025
Lisel Liblichlein held on to the poet with one hand holding the hump like a handle, and with the other had she pressed Kohn's square head gently to her breast. In this way they danced like possessed people for many hours. Kohn's hump became steadily more painful for the other dancers. They tried to express outrage.
Thus Kuno Kohn and Lisel Liblichlein parted... He said that he was pleased that she would visit him the next evening. She said, very quietly, "I... oh... also..." On the well cared-for streets, the carefully arranged houses stood like books on shelves. The moon had scattered bright blue dust on them.
I wish to develop out of Lisel Liblichlein her higher being. I want to make her utterly unhappy..." While the poet Kohn was thinking these thoughts, the poet Schulz at last was stabbing himself with a salad knife. He had observed Kuno Kohn and Lisel Liblichlein in their confidential conversation in the hidden recess. He had seen how they had gone off together.
The curtain went up, I sitting there, the orchestra softly breathing Massenet's Elegy meant to be the music sent from the spirit world, the melody that I, Iistral, heard, whenever my dead mistress was present.... The orchestra finished the melody. It stopped and left the house in expectancy. A mistake had been made on the entrance-cue of little Lisel, my child-nephew.
Kuno Kohn and Lisel Liblichen said nothing more until they parted forever at the door of the house in which the boarding school was located. He looked into her face, held her hand, and said: "Farewell " She said quietly: "Farewell." Kohn receded into his hump. Destroyed, he moved on. Tears smeared his face. He felt her sadly gazing at his back.
They sat into the night in Lisel Liblichlein's little room. They talked about souls, humps, love.-From that day on the writer Schulz was missing. An acquaintance had last seen him in the evening, in front of the display window of a shoe store. "Hot Heroes" a journal for romantic decadence received a special-delivery letter, in which Schulz reported that, for pyschological
Lisel Liblichlein sat apprehensively in a corner. The reason for this had been: Mr Kohn had accompanied Miss Liblichlein from the acting school to her home several times. When Schulz learned about it, he became, without cause, jealous. He began to say terrible things about Kohn. Lisel Liblichlein, who saw through her cousin, defended the hunchback. This made Schulz even angrier.
Suddenly fright ran through her body. She had fear like claws in her face. Her eyes, torn open and screaming, were on the hunchback. Lisel Liblichlein said, without expression, "This was happiness " Kuno Kohn wept. She said: "Kuno, Kuno, Kuno, Kuno, Kuno, Kuno... What shall I do with the rest of my life?" Kuno Kohn sighed. He looked seriously and with kindness into her sorrowful eyes.
In vain he imagined that Lisel Liblichlein might be one of the many delicate creatures, confused in their wonderful ignorance and longing for happiness, who can be found everywhere on earth, resembling one another... On a soft evening, full of greenish yellow street-lights, full of umbrellas and street filth, stood a small, hunch-backed man anxiously waiting at the entrance of an acting school.
He ignored Lisel Liblichlein entirely. Kohn did not pay much attention to his injured hump. He sat down again at the table with Lisel Liblichlein, and ordered tea with lemon. She saw how ever more clearly blood was oozing through his threadbare jacket.She called his attention to the bloody jacket; he became frightened.
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