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PREPARATIONS FOR CONFESSION<br />

article. We left the shop indignantly, complaining in loud<br />

voices.<br />

Opposite the school, in the Herrengasse, there was a convent.<br />

An excellent recruit came to us from Vienna, a real scamp. He<br />

used to blow kisses to the nuns when they passed a window.<br />

One day one of them smiled back at him. At once an old prude<br />

got up and drew the curtain violently. We even heard a cry.<br />

Half an hour later, our Rector gave us a scolding, expressing<br />

his amazement at our lack of respect.<br />

If there hadn't been a few teachers who would intercede for<br />

me on occasion, the affair would have ended badly for me.<br />

Before Easter we had lessons to prepare us for confession. It<br />

was a tremendous rag. As we had to give examples of sins to<br />

confess, we chose them in such a way as to tease Father Schwarz.<br />

One boy confessed that he had had bad thoughts about his<br />

teacher, another said he had deliberately vexed him, and so on.<br />

The priest told us we were guilty of a grave sin in not going<br />

more deeply into ourselves, and in confining ourselves to these<br />

superficial confessions. So we agreed we would confess to a<br />

series of appalling sins. During break I wrote out on the blackboard<br />

a terrifying confession, headed by the words: "Copy out."<br />

I was busy at work when there was a whistle. It was the<br />

signal from the boy whom we'd posted to keep "cave". I<br />

knocked the blackboard over and rushed to my form. The<br />

holidays went by, and everybody, including myself, forgot the<br />

matter.<br />

At the beginning of next term, a boy was answering questions.<br />

He filled the empty side of the blackboard, which was facing<br />

him, and when he got to the bottom of the blackboard, he<br />

turned it round. The words I'd written came into sight: "I<br />

have committed fleshly sin, outside of marriage ..." The<br />

teacher studied the handwriting, thought he recognised it as<br />

mine, and asked me if I was the author. I explained to him<br />

that this was an example of deep introspection—Father Schwarz<br />

having told us to be very precise on this subject. "You, Hitler,<br />

keep your examples to yourself. Otherwise /'// make an<br />

example of somebody. . . ."<br />

Often I promised myself to moderate my ways, but I couldn't<br />

help it, I couldn't endure all those hypocrisies. I can still sec

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