Thomas Bernhard. 
 
Alfred A. Knopf: 1991. New York. First American edition. Hardcover with jacket. Very good. Foxing on the top-edge and on the upper corner of the fore-edge. 
 
"I can see him in front of me, hear his voice with the utmost clarity, those chopped sentences he always used and which fitted him to a T. Our loser is a fantatic, Glenn once said, he's practically choking on self-pity all the time, I can still see Glenn saying this, hear him saying it, we were on Monk's Mountain, at the so-called Judge's Peak, where often I went with Glenn but without Wertheimer when Wertheimer wanted to be by himself, without us, for whatever reason, very often in a huff. After his sister moved out he withdrew to Traich with increasingly frequent regularity: because I hate Traich I go to Traich, as he said."