The Diary of Geza Csath

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throat, and ears of every patient, although I had as yet little experience in the last two areas. By the time the real spa guests arrived, I was competent. The other advantage was that the patients spread my good reputation throughout the region and sent many new patients my way.
    On the third day, a widow came in with complaints of tubercular toxicosis. I soon put her on iodine-potassium (IP) treatment and fattened her up nicely. Her condition improved surprisingly, and she bade me farewell with overflowing gratitude. That was the first success. I considered it a good omen that my first patient suffered from a disease I had already learned to cure.
5. Pantopon, a morphine substitute.
     
    Stubnyafurdo (Turcianske Teplice)
    In the afternoons, at 4.30, we would have a snack. Afterwards, we would take long walks over to the neighbouring villages, play a little piano, or – at the cost of great self-abnegation – we would engage in conversation with Vitvizky, Marovitzky (an addle-brained, bankrupt landowner), and the honorary chief magistrate, all of whom were always idling in the park. At other times, we visited here and there. Of these visits, I preferred chatting or playing billiards with Jakobovics, the hapless railway medic. At least his dry, crude humour was amusing, and I enjoyed the self-important way he described his medical cases.
    We didn’t usually stay up long after dinner. One or two games of billiards and off to sleep we would go. In bed, we read Casanova aloud to each other, spoke about the girls, Olga and Blanky, and recalled the beautiful love affairs we carried on with the young lasses.
    During this time, we slept poorly. Especially on days without P, sexual desire troubled me too. Recent trysts would replay themselves in my imagination with almost painful accuracy. I saw Olga as she walked to and fro in my room, in a shirt, as she bent at the waist, and the flesh of her little legs glowed through the thin black stockings.
    That’s how I came, not long afterwards, faute de mieux, to seduce the hotel chambermaid, named Terez or something of the sort. I banged her hard a few times with a condom, because she had quite a tight vagina. Her virginity had been taken two years before by the spa’s Dr Mahler. This 21-year-old girl with her thin, pale body was not an appetizing morsel, but as soon as her vapid blue eyes grew inflamed by lust, as soon as her face blushed red and she started to make violent counter-thrusts, there was something interesting in that. Dezso tried communing with her as well, but the boy’s penis drooped, and he called off the attack in vexation.
    Terez was naturally not at all satisfying for me, and I soon decided on a trip to Budapest. I only had three or four patients, none of them requiring constant treatment. Thus, at 7.00 a.m. on 12 June, I boarded a train. And at 1.00 p.m., after a long, tiring, and unendurably boring trip, I was finally able to embrace Olga. In the smoky black reflections of Keleti palyaudvar, she first seemed surprisingly fat and strikingly lined. But afterwards I found her lips all the more sweet. Throughout the trip from the station, on the street and in the cab, I embraced her and kissed her greedily. Her kisses sent me into genuine ecstasy. My God, those kisses. What they meant to me. How much joy, suffering, all the complex excitement of a dissonant chord: marriage? career? future? honour? prestige? love? giving up other women?
    Sacrifice? For her, I felt I could easily give up all the women fate still held in store for me. Crossing at the end of Barcsa utca, we got off at a little restaurant to take some nourishment. Greasy soup. We ate greasy pork or some such thing. I was utterly without appetite, but still I wanted to be over the problem of eating, so that afterwards we could live only for love. I looked at her constantly, I kissed her sweet face, eyes, neck, her soft, cleansmelling little hands, and I caressed her back, her tightly corseted, beautiful

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