(Translation: Paul Vincent)
The all-will-be-well-man made of iron and cogwheels
has to be wound up, every day, by a different
citizen. Only with a properly wound-up spring
will he shout jolting through highways and alleys:
‘All, all will always be
well!’ Those forgetting their wind-up turn risk a fine/blame/ death
sentence (not by a long shot, darling, it’s not even for the one
who tries to brew a highly toxic
elixir of immortality). Seriously: those neglecting their duty to wind the spring
must search for the construction
of an all-will-get-
better-man special bolts and screws in a pile of scrap metal
blindfolded.
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