… But now the future desert is teeming with people.
The living room is full of them. Mama’s boudoir as well. Papa’s study too.
All this is just about to rush into the dining room to have dinner.
In the meantime, they are located behind the card tables.
I am at that age when they already let me to see the guests, but they don’t put me at the table yet.
I walk between the guests. I commit them to memory.
Here is the Governor. A thoroughbred head with an eagle look from under thick eyebrows.
But otherwise, he is what is called the “Tischriese, ” “a table giant.”
He’s a giant only to the waist, if you count from the top down.
His legs are short, so he’s small of stature. That is why he is imposing only at the table and disappoints when he rises to his full height.