Iolanthe's Wedding

This novel, written by German author Hermann Sudermann, begins with the narrator's presence in the midst of a funeral. His thoughts colored the pages of the books in a satirical bent, as one can see from this excerpt: «I tell you, gentlemen, it's a rotten piece of business to be standing beside an old friend's open grave-simply disgusting. You stand with your feet planted in the upturned earth, and twirl your mustache and look stupid, while you feel like crying the soul out of your body. He was dead–there was no use wishing he wasn't. In him was lost the greatest genius for concocting and mixing punches, cocktails, grogs, cobblers–every sort of drink. I tell you, gentlemen, when you went walking in the country with him and he began to draw the air in through his nose in his peculiar fashion, you might be sure he had just conceived a new idea for a punch. From the mere smell of a weed he knew the sorts of wine that had to be poured over it to bring into being a something extra fine, a something that had never before existed.All in all he was a good fellow, and in the many years we sat opposite each other, evening after evening, when he came to me at Ilgenstein, or I rode over to him at Döbeln, the time never dragged.»