I would still go back to school eventually. You can’t curl up on the sofa and deny life forever. Life is always going to be a series of ouch-making moments, and the question was, was I going to go all fetal position, or was I going to woman up? I went into fetal position on the bed to think about this. Fetal position turned out to be very comfortable.
He came over to stand by me. “Well, don’t tell anyone, but I think getting away from Court was a good thing. This weather sucks, but Palm Springs might be good for me– it and all the wonders it contains. You guys. Art classes. Pine cleaner.”
When they said goodbye, Frl. Thurau gave him the brass dolphin clockstand, holding a clock on its tail, which is described in “Goodbye to Berlin” and about which “Isherwood” asks himself: “What becomes of such things? How could they ever be destroyed?” A prophetic comment– for a bomb blast had hurled it across the room and only slightly scratched its green marble base. It stands ticking away on my desk, as good as new, while I write these words.
– Christopher and His Kind, Christopher Isherwood