Readings: Week of March 18

Robert Walser, Berlin Stories

Every beggar, rogue, monster, etc counts here as a fellow human being and must, for the time being, amid the general press, push, and shove, be tolerated as part of the collectivity. Ah, this is the homeland of the wretched, the little man, no the littlest one, the one who has already been dishonored somewhere and somewhen; here, here tolerance reigns, as no one wishes to spend and waste his time on impatience and displeasure.

(from "Friedrichstrasse," 1907)