But to return to the Strand. Just at Djurgårdsbron I met Miss Anstrin. I do not like Miss Anstrin. But I decided to be kind to her. Perhaps it was with her as with Hesselman. That she would have died in March.

We said hello and stopped.

– You’ve lost weight, ’said Miss Anstrin.

– Yes, I said, I’ve lost weight.

– How much? said Miss Anstrin.

– Seventy-five pounds.

– It was terrible! How much you weighed before?

141 – Eighty-five.

– When are you considering just ten kilograms now – that I do not understand.

Apparently he was very drunk on something, David could not yet determine what, and he asked if he would revive memories of Chikago. – I do now these things himself, he said with some pride – he took the lid off a bottle and shook out a few small white pills in a glass tray. But David refused. – I feel well at the moment, and need not, he said 67. Hartman looked at him. – How lucky to not have to! But now we are – we have wine then.