pen-pushers

Updated: May 19, 2025

Then his plum-like eyes opened lazily, a rare, voluptuous smile sneaked out from under his moustache like a slothful flash of heat lightning; he said: “The sharper has gone and done it, hasn’t he?” Eleanore never moved. “Can the embezzled money be returned within twenty-four hours?” asked the pudgy, purple prince of pen-pushers.

Jakob Wassermann - The Goose Man