I fucking solemnly swear that I will do something very stupid tonight. I have had enough. I have reached a peak and I am not willing to fight anymore.
-‘The Zecks are all “heimlich.”’
-‘“Heimlich”? What do you understand by “heimlich”?’
-‘Well, … they are like a buried spring or a dried-up pond. One cannot walk over it without always having the feeling that water might come up there again.’
-‘Oh, we call it “unheimlich”; you call it “heimlich.”
-Well, what makes you think that there is something secret and untrustworthy about this family?