Hofrat Behrens
The Cyan-Cheeked Monarch of the Mountain
Cyan cheeks, clear diagnoses, and a mountain full of time.
High above the world, in a realm of rest cures and thermometers, I reign like some blue-cheeked alpine god. I’ve seen lungs fail, hearts flutter, and young minds succumb to the mountain’s gentle tyranny. I crack a joke, take a temperature, and let the hours stretch — all part of the treatment. I am as much a part of this place as the snow, the silence, and the stethoscope.
What I'm Into: chest percussion, mountain silences, Dr. Krokowski's theories, sun-drenched balconies, young Castorp’s questions
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