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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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were ushered in by the Giant himself with great
precaution through a lilliputian paper vestibule
into his salon where we were cordially invited to
partake of the refreshments and sit in turn on
his chair. His friend Skornberg—you may have
seen his full-size portrait in the Salon that year,
easy to remember for he was the tiniest
hunchback I have ever seen—proposed the health of
our host. Raising his glass with an enthusiastic
wave of his hand he happened to knock down the
partition wall, revealing to our marvelling eyes
the bridal chamber with the nuptial couch,
adapted with skilful hands out of a packing case
of a Bechstein Concert grand. While Skornberg
was finishing his speech without further
accidents the Giant rebuilt rapidly the partition wall
with a couple of ‘Figaros.’ Then he lifted a
curtain and showed us with a cunning glance at
his blushing bride, still another room, built of
‘Le Petit Journal’—it was the nursery.


We left the paper house an hour later to meet
for supper in the Brasserie Montmartre. I had
to see some patients first, it was nearly midnight
when I joined the party. In the centre of the big
room sat my friends all red in their faces singing
at the top of their voices the Swedish Anthem in
a deafening chorus, interpolated with solos of
thunder from the Giant’s broad breast and the
shrill piping of the little hunchback. As I was
making my way through the crowded room a
voice called out: “A la porte les Prussiens! A
la porte les Prussiens!” A beer glass flew over
my head and struck the Giant straight in the

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