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- You know, Mr. Dornenstrauch knows more about "Reinhardt and Chang Lundgren" than anyone else as to the cause that made him famous, for he has read nothing but this since leaving school. In his mind, either he skipped school, or he skipped the class in question. - Sir, how long before you finish your claim? - The impatience of his stalling was great. - I am also waiting for the conclusion. – Mr. said judge said. - It happens, your honour..., I didn't finish... - He said, being repeatedly interrupted before he finished the thoughts and allegations, of course he wasn't going to finish so soon, but apparently nobody noticed that there. - I said. - He said. - There are numerous points that I consider it my duty to expose to your honour the truth of my old case Schatten der Dunkelheit und Barrieren der Dunkelheit, then, before numerous interruptions. – He said. - It so happened that I am being explicit, as to the point in question, is that civilian life is at stake. – Since that was the answer that slipped from Mr. Dornenstrauch, even though he seemed to speak by chapter. Everyone's exasperation took over that courtroom, in the middle of that hearing, until it failed to reach its end... however prematurely. - So, I believe, in the midst of my allegations, which I believe, that there are still several gentlemen members of the forum who must be heard — When the Chancellor, with a slight smile, hears him say. In all the twenty of them, in which the eighteen of the learned friends of Mr. Dornenstrauch , to which each of them was armed with allegations from a short summary of his 18,800 sheets, which he divided 18 times, of all his 18-plus arguments from that old case Schatten der Dunkelheit und Barrieren der Dunkelheit , in which everyone shakes like eighteen little hammers on a piano, making eighteen bends and sinking into the obscurity of its eighteen places of its eighteen branches, in its eighteen moments of fame. - So, we will proceed with the hearing on Wednesday of the next fortnight on the 18th – The Chancellor said even though he was exasperated, praying to all the gods, that the next time, when the number was not repeated, at that time, he seemed test his patience, as to the end of that report in the middle of the audience. Even so, he still had not finished his 18 allegations, even if the matter in dispute is only a question of costs, mere number 18 was not enough, for a mere bud in the tree number 18, which was copied from the original file, being that they didn't have as many numbers as he reiterated and repeated 18 like a mantra, that damn branch number 18 of 18 bushes and 18 branches, he had trouble getting out of that number really will come to an end one of these days. Everyone there thought of a damn mental illness, his mental health somehow depended on the 18 he repeated exhaustively. The Chancellor rises; the forum is lifted; the prisoner is rushed forward; the Shropshire man shouts, "Your Excellency!" Bailiffs, macers and bearers of the royal seal call silence and frown on the Shropshire man. - So related to that. - The Chancellor went on to address 'Reinhardt and Chang Lundgren. "That strange lady... - A thousand pardons, I would say that your excellency... boy, that person who... - Mr. Dornenstrauch, interrupting him, saying... - Regarding this, regarding the problem at hand. – When the Chancellor, with an exceptional voice, interrupted him saying what he thought. That distinguished person, that beautiful lady... Everyone thought of the beautiful lady and the boy, the two young men... when Mr. Dornenstrauch stopped, that feeling overcame all his uneasiness. - Who would she be? – The chancellor questioned. - The lady I summoned to appear today, and who are now in my private office, I will go to them, and I will have the satisfaction of drawing up, without delay, the order for them to start residing with their uncle. Mr. Dornenstrauch getting to his feet again, heading towards the table in the judge... - Again, I beg your pardon, Your Honour... He died. - How it is...? – Everyone there questioned. - As for your... - Then, the Chancellor looks through his glasses at the papers on the table..., you know his grandmother in question. - Again, pardon..., you know, your honour..., your excellency... victim of a hasty gesture... brains. Again, that's when a very tiny lawyer, with a terrifying bass voice, rises up, all cocky, from the lowest layers of fog and says: - You know, your honour, excuse me, I need to interrupt, your honour sir. - I attend on his behalf, you know he is a fourth cousin, a relative I look forward to. - He said. - I am not prepared at present to inform the Court in what degree he is a cousin, but that a cousin happens to be... Leaving this petition (pronounced like a sepulchral message) to echo in the beams of the ceiling, the mediocre little lawyer who sits a clown, in the middle of the fog no longer Hana the man with his knowledge. Everyone looks at him. No one can see you. "I'll speak to both young men," says the Chancellor again, "and have the satisfaction of talking to them about taking up residence with their cousin." I will mention this matter tomorrow morning at my hearing. The Chancellor is about to greet the Court, when the prisoner is presented, he could not decide, nothing that, in which from that moment on, it interfered, in what referring to the prisoner, other than sending him back to the prison, which is soon done. When that man who was from Shropshire ventured another protest, followed by complaints after complaints, without being heard, no one would make an exception. The said repeated word, which was always... - Your Excellency! I said.... Even though that was a repeat, but Chancellor, noticing his presence, deftly disappeared. Everyone also hastens to disappear, following as a long table with a load of documents and a battery of blue folders is crammed with heavy loads of papers, carried by amanuenses. As for that short, stocky lady, who doesn't go out with her documents; the empty Court is closed. If all the injustices he has committed and all the miseries he has caused could be bolted up with him and all burned in a great funeral pyre, then so much the better for the other parties who are not parties to "Reinhardt and Chang Lundgren". So, we just want to take a look at the world of high life, on this same muddy afternoon. Is it not so different from the Court of Justice of the mysterious world that we cannot pass from one scene to another, in direct flight. Both the world of the high wheel and the Court of Justice of the shadowy world. Where they are things of protocol and custom, where with some fantastic and powerful creatures, where everyone was sleeping and where in the middle of the streets, when they walked, through the dark street of Herr Dunkle Welt Hauswurz,1. In which they were entertained themselves with strange games during an enormous thundering time, as for the Sleeping Beauties to whom the Since this gentleman will wake up one day, when all the skewers standing still in the kitchen begin to rotate prodigiously. That was a vast and dismal world, which compared even to this world of ours, which also has its limits (as your highness will discover when you have circled it and come to the edge of the void), it is a speck of nothing. In that place there are many advantages and a variety of good things, in which: always seeing the dark wonders, in which it has long been true, in which each of them has its assigned place. Even if the demons alongside several dark beings, among the creatures of darkness, what is it like to be a world all wrapped up, too much, in jewellery's cotton and fine wool from the hidden sectors and underground. Even you cannot hear the activity of the wider worlds and cannot see them as they line up around the sun. It is a deadened world, and its growth often becomes sickly from lack of air. Her Excellency Lady Sackgasse Versteckte Waffe returned to his home in the city to spend a few days there before leaving for Paris, where one of the dark dimensions leading to the passages was where he intends to stay for a few weeks, ignoring, however, his future itinerary. All this to keep the comfort of Parisians says the elegant news that knows all things of refined taste. They were interested in knowing those who existed in the other way and her things, in which it would not be a refinement, as to the knowledge that they knew about Lady Sackgasse Versteckte Waffe has been there, in what she calls, in familiar parlance, her "farm" in Lincolnshire. As for the shadows and murky waters which overflowed into Lincolnshire, which came with an arch from the bridge of the park, it was undermined and waterlogged, with the adjoining lowland, for half a mile wide, became a stagnant river, with islands of melancholy trees and Since the surface was dotted all day by the drops of uninterrupted rain, in which the farm of the Exma Lady Sackgasse Versteckte Waffe is extremely gloomy, in that dimension frozen in time, for many days and nights. How in that dimension has it been so humid that the trees seem soaked, and the branches don't even crack or crack, as they fall to the dull blows of the woodcutter's axe, who prunes and thins them. With the deer, who seem soggy, they leave mud puddles where they pass, followed by the shot of a .44, where the boom is lost in the wet air and its smoke moves like a slow cloud towards the green hill covered with trees. , which forms a backdrop to the falling rain, as they follow the view from Lady Sackgasse 's own windows Versteckte Waffe .