Metropolis

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Author: Thea von Harbou
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction
few seconds, stumbled in with him, and stories higher, or lower, out again. Nobody paid the least attention to him. One or two certainly recognised him. But, as yet, nobody interpreted the drops on his temples as being anything but a similar greed for the gain of a few seconds. All right—he would wait until they knew better, until they took him and threw him out of the cell: What are you taking up space for, you fool, if you've got so much time? Crawl down the stairs, or the first escape…
    With gasping mouth he leant there and waited…
    Now emerging from the depths again, he looked with stupified eyes towards the room which guarded Joh Fredersen's door, and saw Joh Fredersen's son standing before that door. For the fraction of a second they stared into each other's over-shadowed faces, and the glances of both broke out as signals of distress, of very different but of equally deep distress. Then the totally indifferent pumpworks carried the man in the cell upwards into the darkness of the roof of the tower, and, when he dipped down again, becoming visible once more on his way downwards, the son of Joh Fredersen was standing before the opening of the cell and was, in a step, standing beside the man whose back seemed to be nailed to the wooden wall.
    "What is your name?" he asked gently.
    A hesitation in drawing breath, then the answer, which sounded as though he were listening for something: "Josaphat… "
    "What will you do now, Josaphat?"
    They sank. They sank. As they passed through the great hall the enormous windows of which overlooked the street of bridges, broadly and ostentatiously, Freder saw, on turning his head, outlined against the blackness of the sky, already half extinguished, the dripping word: Yoshiwara…
    He spoke as if stretching out both hands, as just if closing his eyes in speaking:
    "Will you come to me, Josaphat?"
    A hand fluttered up like a scared bird.
    "I—?" gasped the stranger.
    "Yes, Josaphat."
    The young voice so full of kindness…
    They sank. They sank. Light—darkness—light—darkness again.
    "Will you come to me, Josaphat?"
    "Yes!" said the strange man with incomparable fervour. "Yes!"
    They dropped into light. Freder seized him by the arm and dragged him out with him, out of the great pump-works of the New Tower of Babel, holding him fast as he reeled.
    "Where do you live, Josaphat?"
    "Ninetieth Block. House seven. Seventh floor."
    "Then go home, Josaphat. Perhaps I shall come to you myself; perhaps I shall send a messenger who will bring you to me. I do not know what the next few hours will bring forth… But I do not want any man I know, if I can prevent it, to lie a whole night long, staring up at the ceiling until it seems to come crashing down on him… "
    "What can I do for you?" asked the man.
    Freder felt the vice—Like pressure of his hand. He smiled. He shook his head. "Nothing. Go home. Wait. Be calm. Tomorrow will bring another day and I hope a fair one… "
    The man loosened the grip of his hand and went. Freder watched him go. The man stopped and looked back at Freder, and dropped his head with an expression which was so earnest, so unconditional, that the smile died on Freder's lips—
    "Yes, man," he said. "I take you at your word!"
    The Pater-noster hummed at Freder's back. The cells, like scoop-buckets, gathered men up and poured them out again. But the son of Joh Fredersen did not see them. Among all those tearing along to gain a few seconds, he alone stood still listening how the New Tower of Babel roared in its revolutions. The roaring seemed to him like the ringing of one of the cathedral bells—like the ore voice of the archangel Michael. But a song hovered above it, high and sweet. His whole young heart exulted in this song.
    "Have I done your will for the first time, you great media-tress of pity?" he asked in the roar of the bell's voice.
    But no answer came.
    Then he went the way he wanted to go, to find the answer.
    As Slim entered Freder's home to
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