“I'm sorry, Inspector,” she said, having trouble looking me in the eye, “but you'll have to come back later. Madam Schumann is extremely busy at the moment.” “That makes two of us,” I said, and brushed past the hapless woman. “Kindly tell Madam Schumann I must see her at once.” My voice must have...
“Remember, Hermann,” she would say, “we are creatures of God. He loves us all, each and every one. Therefore we too must love each and every one.” My father, on the other hand, adhered unswervingly to a set of self-made rules that governed his reaction to people’s physical...