Older men like girls

Still life with book: When old men love young girls

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An old man wants a boy, and the boy wants him too - Martin Walser (The moment of love) told this story again the other day, apparently downright angry that it didn't really work out after all; Fortunately, the old man has a wife with him at home on Lake Constance who collects herbs.

The matter itself is not new, I remember having seen old Anacreon rant, the dice games of Eros, he puts it, are madness and tumult, and even old people are still affected by it; once he even wants to start a fist fight with Eros; but then he surrenders, "listen to me old man", he says, for example, "silky-haired, gold-robed girl".

The great Italo Svevo, shortly before his death (but not that he suspected it, there is such an ancestor; rather, or actually much less, Svevo was among the first authors to be met by death as a modern car), he was sixty-seven, wrote a story about an old man who wants a boy like that. We are in 1917 (Svevo died in 1928), in Trieste, the war has come right down to the city, hunger reigns, and the old people (he is one of those who do not have to go hungry) are bothered by the cannons, and he asks himself , writes Svevo, why no method has yet been invented how one can kill oneself without making such noise. Svevo, in old age, does not leave the most delicate things unsaid at all, one reads really freely with him.

The good old gentleman, as Svevo calls him, has something seriously lying about him, but his desires run deep. The silky-haired boy does not lie badly either and says that she honestly prefers the old to the young (which, of course, hits the old man, he would rather be taken for young, of course), but she is completely honest about the good, plentiful food the old man eats his money (because he buys it).

The housekeeper who wants to inherit the man is very dissatisfied

In view of the other misery and his bad desires (his doctor is not always satisfied with him, and of course neither the housekeeper who would like to inherit him) he develops a really guilty conscience and now tries to find the girl (who is great and he had liked her so much in the poor, brightly colored rags in which she first walked; and he still sees her walking around with young stumpers), so now, the good old man, is gradually trying to get rid of this naturally very affectionate girl (if one may say: throat), and soothes and strengthens his inner being more and more with the fact that he begins to write a great essay about desire and age and youth and so on.

What he now writes, mainly in extensive prefaces and introductions, is not entirely what Schirrmacher did (The Methuselah Plot) In his desperation he thought up about himself and about aging and what is to become of him, but it is probably something like that. These boys, he thinks (Svevo's age), will eventually get old too, the old ones are almost nothing more than just a little weak young, but who only now have the power and the money with which they now like to enforce their desires; Perhaps it would be more correct if the young could be taught to honor the old on their own initiative without such leverage and to give them what they are basically entitled to. So like that.