for three months, learned to speak German, had known lots of women, taken to wearing turtleneck jerseys and a beret after he saw a book cover with Thomas Mann in them, was a predentistry student, got interested in literature and painting and religious history on the trip, and carried two to three books with him everywhere, always one in German or French, though he wasnât good in reading either and now wanted to be a novelist or playwright.
Meets an Austrian woman on the ship whoâs fifteen years older than he. She saw him on the deck, softly reading Heine to himself, and said she finds it strange seeing a grown man doing that with this poet, as he, Schiller, and Goethe were the three she was forced to read that way in early school. Tall, long black hair, very blue eyes, very white skin, full figure, small waist (or seemed so because of her tight wide belt), embroidered headband, huge hoop earrings, clanky silver bracelets on both arms, peasant skirt that swept the floor, lots of dark lipstick. Her husbandâs an army officer in Montreal and she was returning from Vienna where sheâd visited her family. âIâm not Austrian anymore but full Canadian, with all your North American rights, though always, I insist, Viennese, so please donât call me anything different.â He commented on her bracelets and she said she was once a bellydancer, still belly dances at very expensive restaurants and weddings in Canada if her familyâs short of money that month: âFor something like this I am still great in demand.â They drank a little in the saloon that night; when he tried touching her fingers, she said, âDonât get so close; people will begin thinking and some can know my husband or his general.â Later she took him to the shipâs stern to show him silver dollars in the water. He knew what they were, a college girl had shown him on the ship going over, but pretended he was seeing them for the first time so he could be alone with her there. âFantastic, never saw anything like it, I can see why theyâre called that.â She let him kiss her lightly, said, âThat was friendly and sweet, youâre a nice boy,â then grabbed his face and kissed him hard and made growling sounds and pulled his hair back till he screamed, and she said, âExcuse me, I can get that way, my own very human failing of which I apologize.â When he tried to go further, hand on her breast through her sweater, she said, âBehave yourself like that nice boy I said; with someone your age I always must instruct,â and he asked what she meant and she said, âWhat I said; donât be childlike too in not understanding when youâre nearly a man. Tonight let us just shake hands, and perhaps thatâs for all nights and no more little kisses, but thatâs what we have to do to stay away from trouble.â
They walk around the deck the next night; she takes his hand and says, âI like you, youâre a nice boy again, so if youâre willing I want to show you a very special box in my cabin.â âWhatâs in it?â and she says, âMysteries, beauties, tantalizing priceless objects, nothing shabby or cheap, or perhaps these things only to me and to connoisseurs who know their worth. I donât open it to anyone but my husband, whenever heâs in a very dark mood and wants to be released, and to exceptionally special and generous friends, and then for them only rare times.â âWhat timeâs that?â and she says, âMaybe youâll see, and it could also be you wonât. From now to then itâs all up to you and what you do and say. But at the last moment, if it strikes me and even if itâs from nothing you have done, I can keep it locked or only open it a peek and then, without your seeing anything but dark inside, snap it shut for good. Do you know what Iâm saying now?â and he says, âSure, and