During the days of hyperinflation:
Once in Berlin,
a man was about to
pay ten marks for a box of matches, when he stopped to look at the banknote in
his hand.
On it was written:
“For these ten marks I sold my
virtue.”
He wrote a long,
virtuous story about it,
was paid ten
million marks,
and bought his
mistress a pair of artificial silk stockings.
-- Malcolm Cowley, Exile’s
Return (1934; rev. 1951), p. 81
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