The Book became too thick to fit in its cover. That was not noticed at first. The Book had become a pilgrimage in itself and a little lingering at the edge of the road now and then is quite pleasant. But when the manuscript reached the editor, it turned out to be bursting out of the cover.

So a number of e-mails that served as resting places and perhaps contributed more to mystery and atmosphere than to achievement had to be cut from the manuscript. Now I have learned from my mother that I should never throw food away. And Lucas had inherited his great love for schnitzels from his Viennese mother. So everything that was cut out of the book will still be on the table here. More mysterious perhaps…

Have a schnitzel, while waiting to see what’s in the book: