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He wanders the city, spends a night with a cinema cashier named Gerda, and strangles her the next morning without apparent motive. He then travels to a village on the southern border, where he stays near Hertha, an innkeeper and former girlfriend, and follows newspaper reports of the police investigation. The book ends at a football match, where he explains to a stranger how a goalkeeper faces a penalty kick.
Goalkeeper and kicker each try to predict the other, so every move one might make has already been factored into the other's reasoning, and the anticipation cancels itself. The goalie who keeps calculating dives the wrong way. The one who stands still is the one who has the ball kicked straight into his hands. This makes the penalty an image for the paralysis of an over-interpreting mind and for the possible relief of stopping the guessing.
Bloch comes to treat every object, gesture, and phrase as a message addressed to him that he must decode. Once perception works this way, ordinary things like a chair, a drawer, or a bird no longer register as themselves but as clues or insinuations. Eventually words detach from their meaning altogether, and the text itself begins to replace some words with drawn pictograms. The mechanism is that constant interpretation dissolves plain perception, rather than making it richer.
The murder is told in the same even, observational tone as buying a newspaper or noticing a doorknob, with no motive, buildup, or remorse. Because events are recorded only as a series of perceptions with no interpretive frame, the killing carries no more narrative weight than trivia. Moral significance depends on a connecting story, and when that link between perception and meaning breaks, even a killing becomes just one more registered event.