“Now listen, Stolze: we’ve got some foreign guests, and we want to show them that even in the third year of the war—by the way, would you like a schnapps? Well, let me introduce you. Overseer Stolze.” “Why, you direct this estate, Stolze, eh? Don’t be so modest!” “Stolze’s fantastic. Nothing’s impossible for him.” “. . . Well, we shall try to catch one that’s not too old. We’ll do it in no time.” “We can all pitch in to help with the fire. It’s better if there aren’t too many witnesses.” “A little nocturnal exercise is good for you—right, Jutta?” “Why don’t you ask your old lady?” “But put your rubber boots on, children.” “Christ, is it ever cold!” “Someone bring the bottle—I mean, one for each of us, of course.” “Of course, if the wood isn’t dry . . .” “But you know, that she can pull that off—after all it’s the third year of the war.” “Why, Schnipps is out of his mind! Listen, cow pats are not peat.” “What do you need a glass for?” “You’re pouring the booze all over my dress, damn it.” “Just pull your fur a little tighter around your modest charms.” “Stolze is just fantastic.” “He’s absolutely reliable. He’ll just report that the sheep died.” “Hey, get your paws off me!” “Listen, that smoke is abominable! No, no, no! No Pampas for me . . .” “Stick in a good-sized piece.” “I see what you mean by that—” “Henning, you old swine!” “My feet are soaked already.” “Now, listen, a party pooper—” “Hey, look: the head’s starting to brown!” “It’s more natural in the rear.” “If I catch cold and pass it on to the kids . . .” “You’ll pour your workers a round, won’t you, Stolze?” “Hey, that’s enough wood now. The whole house’ll go up in flames soon.” “Actually, the dripping fat ought to be—” “Christ, I can’t see a thing because of this lousy smoke!” “Don’t stand in the wind!” “You mean before you and not behind you?” “Well, even with that fire it’s getting a bit nippy out here.” “Stolze can tell us when it’s ready.” “Let the men—” “You can get drunk indoors too . . .”

“You look like a chimney sweep.” “Stolze said at least another half hour . . .” “You know, life in the Pampas isn’t my cup of tea . . .” “My stockings are all screwed up in these rubber boots . . .” “Someone put another record on.” “You smell so nice—where do you live?” “Come on, I just scorched my hand. I’ve got to cool it off somewhere . . .” “In his old age, Schnipps is having the best time of his life.” “Of course, if the younger men are at the front—” “Who needs all that light for dancing?” “I hope you don’t find this frivolous . . .” “And the fire out there—it’s just terrifyingly beautiful!” “Can you get any more liquid into you?” “Let me just go see if it’s ready, this stuff—the lasso or chimborasso or whatever it’s called . . .” “Goodness, is that edible?”