I was too early. Of course I was too early, because anyone who arrives late to meet Thomas Bernhard has, I thought to myself, already lost before the first word is even spoken. So I was already sitting in the Bräunerhof at a quarter to three, at one of the tables by the window where the light falls as if it had made it its mission to reveal the dust on the velvet seats, and I ordered a Verlängerter which I did not touch.