
poping Kees has a job and a family like many others, a devoted wife and two children as nerve-wracking so common that take to slap every single day if it were not for social services. She speaks four languages, but it uses only a hopelessly. It 's a great chess player, but may miss small distractions and thus undermine its credibility. Watch the trains pass with melancholy and in Groningen in the thirties I would have watched it too.
seems to live, but only known to exist.
Its leader, one night, reveals the end of the company - bankrupt - and its imminent escape after having staged a fake suicide, providing insight that too with mr poping not have the right words or perhaps because of the words to explain. But I do not know that in the cauldron of everyday life of poping bubbles always the desire to revenge himself refute that poping up to forty years made a curt "I'd rather not." But as Samuel Johnson would say, forty years it is time to make a move.
We do not know for sure what he thought or what's around the head, if it was the thought of a moment or the conclusion of a long and endless series of moments. We only know that Kees poping railed hard against the wall of hypocrisy and conventions, and tried to break through, with success. When he is on the other hand, armed with Calepino and in the hands of fate, we follow him, but not how to follow a thief or a murderess. We follow with poping because there is a small part of ourselves, and we would wholeheartedly be safeguarded, not mocked, not flat-spotted on the pages of the first newspaper in the city. Poping goes for a walk in Paris with his private ethics, a small piece of all of us, perhaps the oldest phylogenetically.
's prose, as usual, is fluid and the magic is at hand, the author has put the grout to even the smallest cracks. Needless to say, the few times that Simenon does open his mouth to protect us, then nobly silent and still looking too, with our own curiosity, as it ends the story of a man who "was one of us."
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