Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
Table of Contents Table of Contents
Previous Page  195 / 238 Next Page
Information
Show Menu
Previous Page 195 / 238 Next Page
Page Background

195

“In the Year of Our Lord 1512 on the first day of May, a living

beast which they call the rhinoceros was brought from India to

Manuel, Great King of Portugal, in Lisbon. Its colouration is

like the shell of the turtle and it is covered wholly in thick

scales. Before upon its nose is a stout horn which the creature,

finding itself in the vicinity of rocks, sharpens on every

occasion. The beast is the mortal enemy of the elephant which

greatly fears it for, upon an encounter, it will thrust its head

between the front legs of the elephant and, ripping open its

belly, despatch it, against which the latter has no defence.

They say also that the rhinoceros is a swift, joyous and agile

beast.” – Albrecht Dürer

WHEN YOU ARE AMONG WELL-OFF, not anti-social,

people, you often find yourself talking to a kid and you

think (without any sarcasm), what a neat little rabbit he is,

– just so fine and decent, so sorted and ready to turn out

right, into a good man, without being a doormat – someone

capable of working well and girls are going to think (or at

least, should think): “a perfect husband, I’ll take him and

live happily ever after” and then, less than an hour later,

you come across someone else and now you feel you are the

bunny rabbit, the puppy, the greenhorn, but you don’t

mind; quite the opposite: what I like is this pendulum

swing, this alternation of people, moods and images, as

restless as the sea, as if you are in your element walking on

water, preferably choppy.

I was brimming with joy, all the more brilliant for having

no cause, as I marched down the street wanting to jump