Stories of Mr. Keuner Bertolt Brecht ‘Translated from the German and with an afterword by Martin Chalmers Joo) 7 Y[servant or master] [an aristocratic stance] : [On the development of the big cities} Om systems ess Architecture soe... Apparatus and party Anger and advice .. Mr. Keuner and exercises. ‘Mr. Keuner—and Mr. Brecht; of Etiquette in dark times Martin Chalmers 89 a 19 3 95 36 97 ‘What's wise about the wise man is his stance philosophy professor came tosee Mr. K.and told him about his wisdom. After a while Mr. K. said to him: “You sit uncomfortably, you talk uncomfortably, you think uncomfortably.” The philosophy professor be- ‘ame angry and said: “I didn't want to hear anything about myself but about the substance of what f was talking about.” “It has no substance,” said Mr K."I see you walking clumsily and, as faras can see, you're not ‘getting anywhere, You talk obscurely, and you create ‘no light with your talking. Seeing your stance, 'm not interested in what you're getting at.”Organization (Me K. once said: “The thinking man does not use one light too many, one piece of bread too many, one idea too many." Measures against power ‘As Mr. Keuner, the thinking man, was speaking out against Fower infront ofa large audience in a hall, he noticed the people in front of him shrinking back and leaving. He looked round and saw standing behind ‘him—Power "What were you saying?" Power asked him. “L was speaking out in favor of Power," replied Mr Keune, ‘After Mr. Keuner had left the hall, his students in- {quired about his backbone, Mr. Keuner replied: “I don't havea backbone tobe broken. I'm the one who has to live longer than Power.” ‘And Mr Keunet told the following story One day, during the period of illegality, an agent centered the apartment of Mr, Eggers, a man who had eared to say no, The agent showed a document, ‘which was made out in the name of those who ruled ‘the city, and which stated that any apartment in which he set fo0t belonged to him; likewise, any food that hhe demanded belonged to him; likewise, any man ‘whom he saw, had to serve him. ‘The agent sat down in a chalt, demanded food, washed, lay down in bed, and, before he fell asleep, asked, with his face to the wall: “Will you be my servant?”