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orkeny
one
minute
stories
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Contents
handling instructions
life should be so simple
harem
an act of kindness
public opinion survey
one minute biography
a number of variations on the theme of self-realization
in memoriam dr. H.G.K.
the grotesque (a practical approach)
memoirs of a puddle
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handling
instructions
Despite their brevity, the stories in this
book have a certain amount of literary merit.
They also have the added advantage of saving
us time, since they do not require our attention
for weeks on end. While the soft-boiled egg is
boiling or the number you are dialing answers
(provided it is not engaged, of course) you
have ample time to read one of these short
stories which, because of their brevity, I have
come to think of as one minute stories. You
can read them whatever your mood, whether
you are sitting down or standing up, in fine
weather or foul. They make good reading even
on a crowded bus. Most can even be enjoyed
on a walk.
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life should be so
simple
1. remove fire extinguisher from bracket
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2. open valve
3. approach source of fire
4. extinguish fire
5. close valve
6. replace extinguisher on bracket
harem
V.P. had eight wives, but because he
never got married in the same part of town
twice or made a big fuss about it, he avoided
calling attention to himself and the fact that in
his humble suburban abode he was in fact
keeping a harem.
The thing came to light by chance when
one of his wives tried to scratch out the eyes of
the local policeman, who attempted to
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an act of kindness
Across from the head nurses room
there are some plastic chairs and next to the
chairs a white hospital scale. This is where I
generally sit after I get my shot to relieve a
stubborn cough. It takes me ten minutes to
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public
survey
opinion
The Hungarian Public Opinion Research Office has just conducted its first survey, the results of which have recently been
made public. The question asked was: How do
people see the past, present, and future of the
nation? In order to insure credible results, the
bureau sent out questionnaires to 2,975 citizens of various social standings, ranks, professions and religious persuations.
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favourable
nor
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a) Marxism
b) anti-Marxism
c) science fiction
d) alcoholism.
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one
biography
minute
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a
number
of
variations on the
theme
of
self-realization
Why deny it. As a child I had the usual
foolish dreams. For instance, I wanted to be a
pilot, an engine driver, or failing that, an engine. Sometimes I even fantasized that when I
grew up Id become the Vienna Express.
A distant relative, the titular abbot Dr.
Kniza, a highly educated and sober-minded
gentleman, tried to talk me into becoming a
pebble. To tell the truth, the finality, the
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in memoriam
H.G.K.
dr.
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the grotesque (a
practical approach)
Stand with your legs apart. Bend forward all the way. Look back between your legs.
Thank you.
Now look around you and take stock of
what you see. The world has been stood on its
head. The gentlemen's feet beat about in the
air while the ladies, she how they grab for their
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skirts? The cars, too: their four tires are spinning in the air, looking for all the world like a
dog trying to scratch its stomach. Then there's
the chrysanthemum, its thin jack-in-the-box
stem reaching for the sky as it balances precariously on its head -- and the express train
speeding along on top of its trail of smoke.
To the left, the parish church stands
balanced on the tips of the lightning rods sticking out of its twin steeples. And over there is a
sign on the window of a pub:
[image missing]
Inside, a customer, his head to the floor,
staggers laboriously from the counter, holding
a mug of beer in his hand. Do notice the order,
though: the foam is at the bottom, the beer is
on the top, and the bottom of the mug is on top
of the beer. Yet not a drop is spilled.
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memoirs
puddle
of
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message
found
afloat in a bottle
(fished out of the pacific ocean)
Here, at latitude 17 south, longitude
151 west, from approximately the height of the
Otahiti Islands, amidst highly unfavorable
weather conditions, in the thick of night, in
whipping winds, torrential rain, tossed about
by horrendous waves, after the other Hungarians, noble sailors to the last man, have gone
under, I realized quite by accident that if I
thrust my two arms forward and then pulled
them back as if I were rowing while I kick my
legs apart like leaping frogs, then, instead of
going under like the others and drowning, I
can keep myself afloat. My fellow countrymen
from Felsphok! Could this be possible? Did
you know? And if you did, why didnt you say
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so much to keep in
mind
Valid for travel within two prepaid
zones within one hour of initial embarkation
with a maximum of four transfers on the
shortest route between your starting point and
final destination. Transfer is permitted only at
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incident
A paraffin cork that was just like any
other paraffin cork (he said his name was Alexander G. Hirr, Jr., but whats in a name?) fell
into the water. For some time it just bopped up
and down on the surface. But then a strange
thing happened. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, it began to sink until it reached the bottom and was never heard from again. No explanation for the baffling incident has ever
been offered.
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Man:
And
to
yours,
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tulip in crisis
It came as quite a shock. It never complained. It was in the best of health. Its bulb
had just yielded flowers for the seventh year in
a row. It stood in full bloom on the windowsill
of an elderly couple, both of whom were retired teachers. The night before it had thoroughly fertilized its pistils, after which it had a
good nights sleep. But at five in the morning
flowers are notoriously early risers it flung
itself down into the street from the fourth story
window.
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it too continued to weave the web of its reveries it thought how very wonderful it would
have been if only itd been born the lame
daughter of a concierge. But this thought was
so very beautiful, the rat couldnt even imagine
it in earnest.
honeymooners
flypaper
on
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*
The husband:
The wife:
What a question.
The husband:
The wife:
Come-come-come-come-
The husband:
The wife:
stuck.
Again?
The husband:
come.
The wife:
The husband:
Well, kick off your shoes,
bunny. Just dont keep me waiting.
The wife:
You want to stay in again tonight? Theyre playing Tchaikovsky at the
Academy.
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The husband:
The wife:
The husband:
Never. I cant abide Hungarian directors. They spoon-feed their audience. Do you feel this swaying back and forth?
The wife:
What swaying?
The husband:
I feel like Im hanging
from something and Im swaying back and
forth in the air.
The wife:
Well, ignore it. Look up whats
playing at the Opera.
The husband:
The wife:
The husband:
The wife:
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The husband:
Tell me something. The
stuff that your shoe is stuck in. Is it a gooey,
shiny substance?
The wife:
The husband:
as well.
The wife:
Will you stop? Well end up sitting at home again.
The husband:
motion?
The wife:
sticky mess.
The husband:
strip.
Whats
this
jerking
The wife:
How can you be so complacent? I
fell in love with you because you were adventurous and you could always make me laugh,
and you said how you loved music.
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The husband:
What good is music if I
cant move my limbs?
The wife:
One would think you were the
first one on earth to bet stuck. Think of the
handicapped. Think of those with missing
limbs! They go on with their lives, dont they?
They work, dont they? Now and then they
even have some fun!
The husband:
Oh, God, now were turning round and round, I swear.
The wife:
The husband:
ing on.
The wife:
You cant? Then Ill tell you.
Theres a draft from the stairwell and its making this gooey strip turn round. Well, are you
satisfied?
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The husband:
Satisfied? Satisfied, when
Im stuck up to my belly in this gooey mess?
The wife:
All you can think about is you,
you, you! Its ten to seven. Now well have to
take a cab if were to make it to the Opera on
time.
The husband:
you, dear?
The wife:
I thought we said this marriage
would be different. I thought we said we would
never stop talking to each other. And wed be
inattentive. We wouldnt bicker, and we
wouldnt get a divorce. I want to laugh and I
want to have three children, and I want them
to learn the piano. The husband: Oh, Lord, its
up to my lips already.
The wife:
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Thats depressing, his editor said, rewrite it. And make sure its cheerful this time.
The poet tried to reason with him, but
in vain. He put the receiver back in its cradle
and left the booth.
For a while no one came, and the phone booth
stood empty. But then a woman approached.
She was appreciably past her prime. She had
an exceptionally heave frame and ample
breasts, and she was clothed in a light cotton
dress with large floral print. She tried to open
the phone booth door.
The door opened only with difficulty. At first it
wouldnt even give. But when it did, it flew
open with such vehemence, the woman was
veritably propelled back onto the sidewalk.
When she tried again, the door did something
to her that could best be described as a kick.
The woman reeled back and fell against a
nearby mail box.
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The people watched it go, but nobody said anything. In this part of the world nothing causes
a sensation unless it is natural. Meanwhile, the
bus pulled up, the people disappeared into its
belly, and the phone booth continued its leisurely stroll down Rkczi Road.
It was in the best of spirits. It engaged
in some window shopping, then it stopped in
front of a florist. Some people thought theyd
seen it enter a book shop, but they may have
mistaken it for someone else. Anyway, it
stopped by a small pub on a side street for a
shot of brandy, then walked along the Danube
and crossed over to Margaret Island. On the
Island it spotted another phone booth by the
ruins of a convent. It went passed it, then
turned around, and having made up its mind
about something, crossed the road and discretely but unflinchingly began giving the other booth the eye. Later, as the sun was going
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gardens greener. At the inauguration ceremony this is why the church bells will be
chiming some old timers will burst into
tears, little wonder, considering that that will
be the moment, that great and glorious moment, when the thousand year old, relentless
chain of our misfortunes will have come to an
end.
Visegrd will once again be the royal
seat not only of this tiny country, but of the
Danubian Hungarian Republic, whose shores
will be washed by four or five seas** he republic will be called Danubian in order to differentiate it from the Hungarian Republic of the
Lower Rhine. The latter will not be inhabited
by Hungarians though, not even then, just the
people of the Lower Rhine in their threadbare
clothes, who will have called themselves Magyar, hoping it would improve their luck.
If only I could describe what it will be like to be
a Magyar in that bright and distant future! Let
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Punch
Hbor
Chocolate.
This is what our lives will be like. All we
have to do now is survive the next hundredand-fifty years as best we can.
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budapest
A bus crashed into a tree on Calvin
Square, and soon after, every tram in the city
came to a stop. Everything stopped, even the
toy train in the window of the toy shop. Silence
everywhere. A little later there was a rasping
sound, but it was just a page from a newspaper
being swept along by a gust of wind. Then it
was flung against a wall, and the silence grew
profounder still.
Eight minutes after the atomic bomb
exploded the electricity failed and immediately
afterwards, the last gramophone recording
wound down over the radio. An hour later the
water taps gave off a slurping sound, and then
there was no more water. The boughs, too, became as dry as a hot tin roof. The semaphore
gave the go-ahead, but the last express from
Vienna never made it to the station. By
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in memoriam
h.g.k.
dr.
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folklore
1. banter
A black limousine approaches from the direction of county headquarters. It comes to a halt.
A man in black gets out and walks over to the
pea fields.
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our sons
Many years ago there lived a poor old
widow, and this poor old widow had two handsome sons. One of them, the first-born,
entered service on a ship that headed straight
for the Pacific, but nobody knows what became
of him, because theres no one left to tell us,
they all disappeared without a trace.
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gli ungheresi
Ice cream was originally invented by
Ugo Riccardo Salvatore Giulio Girolamo B., a
baker from Catania. The precise date is still an
object of debate, so lets not worry about it; it
was more or less at the same time as the invention of the printing press.
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and in order to save them unnecessary experimentation, he even told them that all they have
to do was lick the ice cream. Wherever he went
he was greeted with glee, and when it was time
for him to move on, the people were much
saddened, and hoped for his swift return.
One time, Ugo even visited Hungary.
(Italian: Ungheria.) But in Hungary the king
had just instituted a new tax on salt, and so
young and old could talk about nothing else
except the new salt tax. His vanity hurt and
himself desperate, Ugo attached a bell to his
push cart and, with more eagerness than usual,
showed his ice cream to the few that gathered
around him. However, the Hungarians
(Italian: gli ungheresi) couldnt have cared
less. They didnt feel the heat of the summer,
and so had no need of anything to cool them
down; their heads were too full with the new
tax on salt. Though Ugo tried to explain to
them that they could go on thinking whatever
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