Among the hills a winding way I am going to meet my education be it a patch of my gaps from happiness already turns red the face ! The way of knowledge is full of thorns how to separate grain from chaff ? A castle tower welcomes me from far with its copper battlement. Already a good piece of walk behind me behold, a wooden Gasthaus there, and the inscription says "ZUM SPIRITUS" - its very name so nicely sounds ! My luggage here being so heavy and full of books, please, take them up I want to sleep in the attic... And do quickly serve the table I ate in Prague for the last time and some sort of Spirits too, which would raise the humour ! Who is taking seat beside me ? Greeting me by my name ? Maybe a hundred years old woman - that makes me feeling shocked ! And suddenly I see cards spread out on a little table here in a room filled with smoke of pure hemp ! My supreme consternation about her knowing my past however, I want to know perfectly what will give the future to me ? [the fortune-teller:] "Here the king and next the knave." [Atrament:] "What does it mean ?" "A high born gentleman will lick your back." "And what comes next ?" "Ha, ha, if you order brandy, we hear in no time whether you shall have your head on the log, or a good fortune on your knees !" Old hag, I am fed up with your talks, I am an occultist ! Thought not seeing through the cards, but I know how to do with life: And in the bar a vermilion notice: ET ZUM SPIRITUS TUO I shall prefer to sing a duet with my own tumbler ! As a flash from the clean sky struck by the phantom of a beautiful gril in my eyes there sticks the glance of her eyes and those clear forms of her hips We spent in waking all the night and the bed empty in the morning when the little Table bestowed at the exorcising right enough !