Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two
That night, Brotherus retreated to his own room, where he took a bread knife, sawed away at his penis, discovered that this particular implement was unsuited to the job, borrowed a steak knife from his neighbour, Frau Hühnerbeinstein (who averted her eyes from his untrousered lower half), cleaned it responsibly, and used it to cut off the source of his distraction, becoming at once pure of heart.