Lives Journal 2

Ivo Antich

 

 

HOW DIED FERDINAND FLY

 

Ferdinand Fly in an horoscope read that on his sixtieth birthday, when he would just laugh loudly, the death would knock at his door. Half a year before the critical date, he has left his family and closed himself in a rented attic room in an old suburban house. There he pored over the books on astrology, hypnosis, telepathy, parallel worlds, eschatology, the sensuality of matter, memories of the present, etc. etc., surely, with an intention that on the day of his predicted death he would be fully imbued with these amazing problems, which of course nobody can inspire to laughter. From his den he came only a few times so that he bought the minimum food, otherwise the day and night he sat at the table lamp grubbing through the books. Thus, it was approaching his sixtieth birthday and with it the moment when he would cheat his own death. He was completely modified; he became the true embodiment of the seriousness, for his pale yellowish face stiffened as a mask. Of course, he decided also that on the fateful day he would not go anywhere out of his room, whether anything would happen, so as to further guard against any possible incentive to laughter. When in the morning of his birthday he woke up, he ate a piece of old bread and immediately with the passionate fever stuck himself in a book entitled »Spiritualism or transcendental archeology«. On the thirteenth page he encountered a yellowed clipping from an ancient newspaper which to someone has obviously served as a signal of passage reached during the reading. Ferdinand Fly developed carefully that pedantically folded clipping, because he wanted a closer view into it, for he has yet many times in such a purely random pieces of old newspapers found interesting things. Thus, ahead of himself, he saw the article titled »How Dnanidref Ylf died« in which was described the last event in the life of mentioned gentlemen. Dnanidref Ylf in an horoscope read that on his sixtieth birthday, when he would just laugh loudly, the death would knock at his door. Half a year before the critical date, he has left his family and closed himself in a rented attic room in an old suburban house. There he pored over the books on astrology, hypnosis, telepathy, parallel worlds, eschatology, the sensuality of matter, memories of the present, etc. etc., surely, with an intention that on the day of his predicted death he would be fully imbued with these amazing problems, which of course nobody can inspire to laughter. From his den he came only a few times so that he bought the minimum food, otherwise the day and night he sat at the table lamp grubbing through the books. Thus, it was approaching his sixtieth birthday and with it the moment when he would cheat his own death. He was completely modified; he became the true embodiment of the seriousness, for his pale yellowish face stiffened as a mask. Of course, he decided also that on the fateful day he would not go anywhere out of his room, whether anything would happen, so as to further guard against any possible incentive to laughter. When in the morning of his birthday he woke up, he ate a piece of old bread and immediately with the passionate fever stuck himself in a book entitled »Spiritualism or transcendental archeology«. On the thirteenth page he encountered a yellowed clipping from an ancient newspaper which to someone has obviously served as a signal of passage reached during the reading. Dnanidref Ylf developed carefully that pedantically folded clipping, because he wanted a closer view into it, for he has yet many times in such a purely random pieces of old newspapers found interesting things. Thus, ahead of himself, he saw the article titled »How Drefinand Lyf died« in which was described the last event in the life of mentioned gentlemen. Drefinand Lyf in an horoscope read that on his sixtieth birthday, when he would just laugh loudly, the death would knock at his door. On the day when he celebrated his sixtieth birthday on the door of his attic room, where he was withdrawn in order to avoid any incentive to laughter, knocked the collector of payments for electricity. Drefinand Lyf, surely, the whole days just spent in completely darkened room at the table lamp reading parapsychological books, so that the electricity bill, of course, was significant. At a moment when the collector knocked Drefinand Lyf just laughed loudly for article titled »How died Fidrenand Fyl«, which he had found on the thirteenth page of the book »Spiritualism or transcendental archeology«. He did not realize he was laughing; all of a sudden the stiffened mask of his face made a strange grimace and from his throat started to come out the neighing sound that has become increasingly stronger, until it was transformed in loud laughter. Midst of this laughter struck collector's strong knocking, which produced on laughing man an effect of bolt from the blue. The thought that the death was knocking was the last thing fliting through his brain, then he stricken by fit of apoplexy fell down under the table. So died Ferdinand Fly.


(1973)

 

 

Translated from Slovenian by author

 

 

 

Slovenian (gajica)

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