“Jesu, lover of my soul ...
Lass mir an dein brust liegen....”
Then Oskar unfastens his coat, and taking off the long belt he is wearing he straps it about both of them. They are now eye to eye, breast to breast, heart to heart.
“The time has come, hasn’t it, Oskar?”
“Yes, the time has come, Mona.”
“I can kiss you now, can’t I?”
He puts his arms tenderly about her and kisses her on the lips. She kisses him. It is their first kiss and their last.
“God bless you for loving me, Oskar.”
“And God bless you, too, Mona. And now good-bye!”
“No, not good-bye. Only—until then.”