[MRS. GABOR]nDear Herr Stiefel - Moritz,nI’ve spent the entire day thinking about your note.nTruly it touched me , it did, that you would think of me as a friend.nOf course, I was saddened to hear that you exams came off rather less well than you’d hopednAnd that you will not be promoted come fall.nAnd, yet, I must say straightaway that fleeing to America is hardly the solution.nAnd, even if it were, I cannot provide the money you request…nn[MORITZ]nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, well, finenNot like it’s even worth the timenBut still, you know, you wanted morenSorry, it won’t change, been there beforenn[MRS. GABOR]n...You would do me wrong, Herr Stiefel, to read into my refusal any lack of affection.nOn the contrary, as Melchior’s mother, I truly believe it to be my duty to curb this momentary loss…nn[MORITZ]nThe things that sucks, okay?nFor me a thousand bucks, I’m, like, scott freenAnd I mean, please, that’s all I neednGet real, Jose!nBy now you know the scorenn[MRS. GABOR] n...Should you like, I am ready to write your parents.nI will try to convince them that no one could’ve worked harder last semester,nAnd also that too rigorous a condemnation of your current misfortunenCould have the gravest possible effect on…nn[MORITZ]nYou wanna laugh, it’s too absurdnYou start to ask, can’t hear a wordnYou’re gonna crash and burnnRight, tell me morenn[MRS. GABOR]n...Still, Herr Stiefel, one thing in your letter disturbed me.nYour, what shall we call it, veiled threat that should escape not be possiblenYou would take your own life…nn[MORITZ]nOkay, so now we do the playnAct like we so care, no way!nYou’ll write my folks , well, okaynBabe, that’s how it goesnn[MRS. GABOR]n...My dear boy, the world is filled with men - nBusinessmen, scientists, scholars even who have done rather poorly in schoolnAnd, yet, have gone on to brilliant careers.nConsider, for example, our friend…nn[MORITZ]nThey’ll freak, or won’tnYou toe the linenYou tell your soul, “Just kill some time.”nWill it quit?nIt will until they don’tnnThey’re not my home, not anymorenNot like they so were beforenStill, I’ll split, and they’ll likenWell, who knows?nn[MRS. GABOR]n...In any case, I assure you that your present misfortune will have no effect on my feelings for younOr, on your relationship with Melchior…nn[MORITZ & BOYS]nUh huh, uh huh, uh huh, well, finenNot like it’s even worth the timenBut still, you know, you wanted morenOkay, so nothing’s changed, heard that beforennYou wanna laugh, it’s too absurdnYou start to ask, can’t hear a wordnYou want to crash a burnnRight, tell me morennYou start to cave, you start to crynYou try to run, nowhere to hidenYou want to crumble up, and close that doornn[MRS. GABOR ]n...So, head high, Herr Stiefel!nAnd do let me hear from you soon.nIn the meantime, I am unchangingly, and most fondly yours,nFanny Gabornn[MORITZ]nJust fuck it, right? nEnough, that’s itnYou’ll still go on, well, for a bitnAnother day of utter shitnAnd then there were nonenn[MORITZ & BOYS]nAnd, then there were nonenAnd, then there were nonenAnd, then there were none