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Horace Zetler put down his glass of schnapps. “Herr Dix, I’m sorry to tell you this but I hear that awful fellow Jack Fielding has been at it again.” 

     “Really?” Dix sat up in his chair. “You mean with my Skat Players?”

     “Yes, I’m afraid so. In his first book, Zen City, Iso he re-imagined your painting as a group of four macabre mah-jong players, one of whom was a Chinese gangster called Benny and the lover of Madam Sin. He called them the Four Noble Truths.”

     “Four Noble Truths?”
     “I believe it’s a Buddhist thing.”
     “Oh. And what has he done this time?”
     Zetler leant across the table and whispered, “Fielding has re-invented the reinvention. Yes he has nearly finished writing another book called Man in a Zen Ambulance in which the four men have morphed into assassins – with a fascination for movie production trivia!”
    “Schiesser!”
    “But it gets worse, Herr Dix. I hear he’s now working on a short story in which the Four Noble Truths return...as the mah-jong players again!”
     “First he took liberties with Paul Klee’s Death and fire – putting it on cheap Asian neckties – now Fielding has the effrontery to continue poking away at my densest and most poignant work. Next thing you know they’ll be using me to sell lipstick. It is too much, Zetler!”
     The two men lapsed into silence. The sound of a billiard ball being struck.
     Then Dix stood up, grabbed his hat and umbrella.
     “Where on earth are you going at this hour, Herr Dix?”
     “Mein Gott, I’m going to find Fielding and punch that damned fellow’s lights out!” 

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