Christopher and His Kind Page #4

I haven't yet found a publisher for the second.

Has it sold simply thousands?

About 300, actually.

The one you write about me

shall sell by the million.

About you?

Of course, darling. Jean Ross.

Woman of mystery.

I'm not sure you're that mysterious.

Do you know,

I think we're going to get along famously.

You will write about me, won't you, darling?

Maybe.

One can't afford to wait, sweetie.

This whole thing is about to collapse

around our ears.

Carpe diem, darling.

Oh, damn. I suppose I better go

and meet the old goat.

He's promised to introduce me

to Max Reinhardt.

I don't believe him for a second.

Why are men always such beasts, darling?

Chris, could you be an angel

and lend me ten marks?

I... I haven't got a bean for the taxi.

She said his underpants were like camel hair.

The sort of thing John the Baptist might wear.

You're very quiet.

Touch of sunstroke.

You know, coming to Berlin

is the first honest thing I've done in my life.

And it's all thanks to you.

I doubt your mother sees it quite like that.

He's rather lovely, don't you think?

Caspar.

So, tell me, have you come to Berlin

to sample the culture?

I wouldn't quite say that.

In fact, I'm rather anti-culture.

- Like the Nazis?

- Oh, no.

Not in that way. It's just I'm rather put off

by culture worshippers.

I find them somewhat precious

and prone to gushing.

Do you find me somewhat precious

and prone to gushing?

No, I'm sure you're not.

But the danger is that one can use

culture worship as a substitute

for engaging with the messy business of living.

See, I find all this so very interesting.

You are a writer, but do not like culture.

It is my belief that culture raises us

from the beasts.

I wonder, Herr Landauer,

why you've employed me to teach you English.

You seem to speak it perfectly well.

One has to - how do you say? - Keep in practice.

Good.

What exactly is it that you do?

I am a shopkeeper.

A shopkeeper?

That is precisely what I am.

As in Landauer's Department Store?

Yes.

That's where I buy my socks.

Do you engage in politics, Herr Isherwood?

Actually, no. I'm not really much of a joiner.

I seem to be constitutionally incapable

of bringing myself to the required er...

...pitch of enthusiasm.

I have my sympathies, of course.

We can no longer afford the luxury of sympathy.

I rather suspect

I'm best equipped to observe and record.

That will not be an option.

When the Nazis come to power

we must take to the streets.

Not only Jews like myself,

but all of us, Herr Isherwood.

We must take to the streets and stay there,

even when the storm troopers start firing.

I'm not sure I'd hack it as a street fighter.

Forgive me, but are you not then as guilty

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