HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

I^etne. 31
IN
HEAVEN.
One eats from morning to night, and
the cookery is as good as Jagor's; roast
geese fly round with gravy-boats in
their bills, and feel flattered if any one
eats them; tarts gleaming with butter
grow wild like sunflowers; everywhere
there are brooks of bouillon and champagne,
everywhere trees on which napkins
flutter, and you eat and wipe your
lips and eat again without injury to
your stomach; you sing psalms, or flirt
and joke with the dear, delicate little
angels, or take a walk on the green
Hallelujah-Meadow, and your white
flowing garments fit very comfortably,
and nothing disturbs the feeling of
blessedness, no pain, no vexation — even
when one accidentally treads on another's
corns and exclaims, " Exmsez ! "
he smiles as if enraptured, and assures,
" Thy foot, brother, did not hurt in the
least, quite au contraire, a deeper thrill
of heavenly rapture shoots through my
heart!"
IN
HELL.
Hell appeared to me like a great
kitchen, with an endlessly long stove, on
which stood three rows of iron pots, and