For the fling with Ien in Austria
had led to nothing and he couldn't
get her out of his mind. At night,
he was haunted by weird dreams.
Like this one: An unknown man has
difficulties cutting off the throat
of a black cat cause his knife is blunt.
Mark sees himself getting a pocketknife
out of his pocket (he's wearing a Lederhosen!)
and hears himself say: "Here's a sharp knife."
But also this one: "I was visiting
a Flemish pigeon fancier. Dressed in
a blue work coat. We stood in his yard.
The 'cour' as he said, in front of the
shack, waiting for the homing pigeons.
Then a pigeon dives as a raptor
upon his prey. A mouse, no 'mois'
says the Belgian. But while my eyes
zoom in, I see again a black cat."
