Mittelstaedt continues to upbraid him: “Look at Boettcher now, there’s a model for you to learn from.”

I can hardly believe my eyes. Boettcher is there too, Boettcher, our school porter. And he is a model! Kantorek shoots a glance at me as if he would like to eat me. But I grin at him innocently, as though I do not recognize him any more.