![]() ![]() ![]() And, because it is the day of Archduke Ferdinand’s assassination, and we chase after the attractive Rittmeister, we have the assassination, too. ![]() On one momentous day in Sarajevo, there is to be a parade for the Archduke Ferdinand Rafael Pinto, a dreamy queer Jewish apothecary with a fondness for poetry, has the gauzy sunlit pleasure of taking laudanum and lavender “God wrapped Himself in white garments, and the radiance of His majesty illuminated the world, and right here on the floor of the Apotheke Pinto we can now behold a little patch of one of those very garments.” We survey our lovely Apotheke, flirt with the Austro-Hungarian Rittmeister who enters the shop with a headache. The reader who makes a life with and as Rafael Pinto can feel the arriving significance, the future memorability, of the scenes into which we enter. ![]()
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