c.c. on diaries

Isn't it strange, said the nerd, when she left that beautiful house in the Nordend of Frankfurt to the friend together with whom she had attended a literary salon on the diaries of the late Adorno and the fate of poor Gretel after his death, isn't it strange how discreet people handle a man who was known to relax from his genius work in brothels, and how less than decent they behave towards a woman who wrote some strange letters and diaries when working on her books, and they both wondered.