Punt and Counterpunt

Of course, you could never write anything down our humour. You could never give an examples. A single example could be fatal! You should portray it abstractly. As a kind of dance – a game. A beachball punted through the air. Punt and counterpunt. No witticisms, no bon mots, but rather a kind of lightening, a way in which the heaviest thoughts can be released into the air.

Nothing is safe – no idea. Or rather, nothing is dangerous, not really, in the eternity of our humour. Eternity – what a word! To think we have something to do with eternity! Our eternal chatter … our eternal puerility … Yes, it sounds good, it sounds grand, but the reality …! We should be ashamed. We should be downcast. Have we really got no further? Every day it's the same. Every day – the same! Laughter over beer. Joy in some beer garden, in some forgotten corner …