Old Jokes in New Jokings
Wolff (no longer Sir Wolff) is having kaveh with an old acquaintance. He wonders who had come up with this abomination, neither kava nor coffee, and named after a mythical Persian. He listens to the acquaintance blather on about quality awards and other toys, and then he decides to tell a joke.
Stop me if you've heard this one before.
At first, the secret police came for those who were making too much money (and not sharing it with them). And of course, we said nothing, for we too wanted more money.
His acquaintance smiles, makes a gesture that shows he thinks he already knows the joke but is willing to let Wolff continue.
Then the secret police came for those who were too clever (and tended to show the bosses in unflattering light). And of course, we said nothing, for we thought we were clever too.
Then the secret police came for those who taught well (and told them they were bad teachers). And of course, we said nothing, for we said, "Who are these people who think they are good teachers?"
Then the secret police came for those who spoke up (or who had meals with condemned men). And of course, we said nothing, since we were not inclined to speak up anyway.
And finally, the secret police came for us...
The acquaintance obviously finds this boring. He interrupts.
...and there was no one left to speak up for us, right? I've heard this before.
Wolff laughs. He knows that's not how it goes, in this case.
No, this is how it ends, my friend.
And finally, the secret police came for you, and you said...
"Comrade! Isn't it great to be a member of the secret police?"
Wolff enjoys the look of stunned surprise on his erstwhile colleague's face. He takes pleasure in throwing money on the table and walking away. And most of all, he carries a deep-rooted and ecstatic mirth in him, because he knows what always happens to members of Stalinist organisations.
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You can find other adventures of Sir Wolff like this. They're all historical fiction, except the one about the dragon, which is real.
Stop me if you've heard this one before.
At first, the secret police came for those who were making too much money (and not sharing it with them). And of course, we said nothing, for we too wanted more money.
His acquaintance smiles, makes a gesture that shows he thinks he already knows the joke but is willing to let Wolff continue.
Then the secret police came for those who were too clever (and tended to show the bosses in unflattering light). And of course, we said nothing, for we thought we were clever too.
Then the secret police came for those who taught well (and told them they were bad teachers). And of course, we said nothing, for we said, "Who are these people who think they are good teachers?"
Then the secret police came for those who spoke up (or who had meals with condemned men). And of course, we said nothing, since we were not inclined to speak up anyway.
And finally, the secret police came for us...
The acquaintance obviously finds this boring. He interrupts.
...and there was no one left to speak up for us, right? I've heard this before.
Wolff laughs. He knows that's not how it goes, in this case.
No, this is how it ends, my friend.
And finally, the secret police came for you, and you said...
"Comrade! Isn't it great to be a member of the secret police?"
Wolff enjoys the look of stunned surprise on his erstwhile colleague's face. He takes pleasure in throwing money on the table and walking away. And most of all, he carries a deep-rooted and ecstatic mirth in him, because he knows what always happens to members of Stalinist organisations.
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You can find other adventures of Sir Wolff like this. They're all historical fiction, except the one about the dragon, which is real.
Labels: Historical Fiction, Jokes, Wolff
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