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L sits in his room, one hand holding open a copy of Mann's Zauberberg, the other clutching the plastic snack cup of strawberry pudding which he is lazily consuming between pages. His laptop idles in the background, playing Gould's early recording of The Goldberg Variations.
He is becoming amused with the parallels between his own situation and that of Hans, the protagonist of Mann's novel, who lives in a large Swiss sanatorium for a number of years. But at least the Mansion does not force all its guests to sit outside on balconies in the frigid Alpine air for hours at a time, and no one here is consumptive....
There is a soft, tentative knock at the door.
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He is becoming amused with the parallels between his own situation and that of Hans, the protagonist of Mann's novel, who lives in a large Swiss sanatorium for a number of years. But at least the Mansion does not force all its guests to sit outside on balconies in the frigid Alpine air for hours at a time, and no one here is consumptive....
There is a soft, tentative knock at the door.
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