The Hustler: The Story Of A Nameless Love From Friedrichstrasse - Plot & Excerpts
He would not last much longer, a blind person could see that. But why should he not be allowed his pleasure? Most of the boys took cocaine themselves, if only occasionally, when they were especially flush. It would never have occurred to anyone to say to him, “Do leave off, Leo! You’re killing yourself!” (which would not have helped in the least anyway).A pity. For Leo was a fine boy, from a good family. He had attended secondary school, and in lucid hours could converse charmingly.He went with gentlemen seldom, with women not at all. He made money through the secret (but on the other hand rather open) sale of his drugs, which—God knows from where!—he acquired and always carried with him in astonishingly large quantities: enough and more than enough.He was the only one who neither ate nor drank anything. His stomach could tolerate nothing more than, now and then, a sip of coffee. Even he did not know for sure how he nourished himself and kept himself up.Everyone liked him.Thus they were now eight at the table.
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