All 49 Uses of
consul
in
The Magic Mountain
- Hans Castorp—that is the young man's name—found himself alone in a small compartment upholstered in gray; with him he had an alligator valise, a present from his uncle and foster father—Consul Tienappel, since we are naming names here—a rolled-up plaid blanket, and his winter coat, swinging on its hook.†
Chpt 1.1
- THE CHANGE did not work to his detriment, because he moved in with Consul Tienappel, his legal guardian, and lacked for nothing— certainly not in any personal sense, or for that matter, as regarded the supervision of his larger interests, about which he still knew nothing.†
Chpt 2.2
- Consul Tienappel, an uncle of little Hans's late mother, acted as executor for the Castorp estate, putting the property up for sale, taking charge of liquidating the firm Castorp and Son, Imports and Exports, realizing from these transactions some four hundred thousand marks—Hans Castorp's inheritance, which the consul then invested in gilt-edged securities.†
Chpt 2.2
- Consul Tienappel, an uncle of little Hans's late mother, acted as executor for the Castorp estate, putting the property up for sale, taking charge of liquidating the firm Castorp and Son, Imports and Exports, realizing from these transactions some four hundred thousand marks—Hans Castorp's inheritance, which the consul then invested in gilt-edged securities.†
Chpt 2.2
- Although he owned a fine coach, the consul walked to work in the old city every morning, just to get a little exercise, because he sometimes suffered from congestion of the blood in his head; and he returned home by the same route at five each evening, when, in most civilized fashion, the Tienappels sat down to dinner.†
Chpt 2.2
- She was responsible for laying out an extensive cold buffet at breakfast and supper: shrimp and salmon, eel, goose breast and roast beef with tomato ketchup; she kept a vigilant eye on the extra servants hired when Consul Tienappel gave a formal dinner; and she was also the person who, as best she could, acted as a mother to little Hans Castorp.†
Chpt 2.2
- And when at age fifteen he had the chance to watch from a front-row seat as the Hansa, a new double-screw mail-steamer, was launched from the docks of Blohm and Voss, he painted a strikingly good watercolor of the trim ship, exact down to almost the last detail, which Consul Tienappel had hung in his private office.†
Chpt 2.2
- And he had so lovingly and deftly captured the transparent, glassy-green, rolling sea that someone had said to Consul Tienappel that the lad had talent and would make a good painter of seascapes—a pronouncement that the consul had no qualms repeating to his ward, because Hans Castorp simply laughed amiably at the idea and gave not a moment's thought to a life of eccentricity and starving for art.†
Chpt 2.2
- And he had so lovingly and deftly captured the transparent, glassy-green, rolling sea that someone had said to Consul Tienappel that the lad had talent and would make a good painter of seascapes—a pronouncement that the consul had no qualms repeating to his ward, because Hans Castorp simply laughed amiably at the idea and gave not a moment's thought to a life of eccentricity and starving for art.†
Chpt 2.2
- But he thought quite highly of his profession once he had chosen it—at the suggestion of old Wilms, of the firm of Tunder and Wilms, who said to Consul Tienappel over a game of whist one Sunday evening that Hans Castorp should study shipbuilding, that was the ticket, and join his firm, where he would certainly keep his eye on him.†
Chpt 2.2
- It may also be that Dr. Eberding, the staff surgeon, who was a regular on Harvestehuder Weg, had heard in casual conversation with Consul Tienappel that young Castorp, having just left for the university, would regard being forced to bear arms as a serious disruption in his studies.†
Chpt 2.2
- That was fine, Consul Tienappel told his nephew and ward, but then their paths would have to part for the summer, because wild horses couldn't drag him, Consul Tienappel, to the Alps.†
Chpt 2.2
- That was fine, Consul Tienappel told his nephew and ward, but then their paths would have to part for the summer, because wild horses couldn't drag him, Consul Tienappel, to the Alps.†
Chpt 2.2
- Why, all of Dorf and Platz, too, knew the nature of his relationship with Frau Wurmbrandt from Vienna, the general consul's wife—one could hardly call it clandestine anymore.†
Chpt 3.7 *
- He wrote on sanatorium stationery, taken from an ample supply in his table drawer, to James Tienappel, the uncle to whom he felt closest of the three, and asked him to inform the consul.†
Chpt 5.3
- By the latter he meant, for instance, the question of who Frau Wurtnbrandt from Vienna, the general consul's wife, had decided would have to pay damages for her loss of fickle Captain Miklosich: the fully mended Swedish bruiser, or Prosecutor Paravant from Dortmund, or—a third possibility—both at once.†
Chpt 5.5
- He also made practical use of the occasion to add felicitations for the New Year fast approaching—a procedure that Hans Castorp had himself adopted when from his lounge chair he had penned his own Christmas letter, along with a clinical report, to Consul Tienappel.†
Chpt 5.8
- The concierge had done a good business in paper hats, rattles, and sacks of favors, and Prosecutor Paravant made a start at keeping the buffoonery going by appearing in a kimono and wearing a false pigtail that belonged, or so someone shouted, to Frau Wurmbrandt, the general consul's wife; he had also used a curling iron to turn his moustaches down, making him look every inch Chinese.†
Chpt 5.9
- The prosecutor in his kimono, Frau Wurmbrandt, the general consul's wife, and young Ganser were dancing as a threesome, their arms thrown around one another.†
Chpt 5.9
- Consul Tienappel—he was a vice-consul, having generously relieved the old man of his honorary duties as well—emerged from his compartment half-frozen and wrapped in his winter coat (because there really was a biting chill to the October evening, its air very close to what one would call clear and frosty, indeed it was sure to freeze by morning), stepped forward expressing, his amused surprise in the somewhat spare, but very civilized phrases of a northwestern German gentleman, greeted his nephew, or quasi cousin, emphasizing his satisfaction at how splendid he looked, discovered that the limping attendant had taken care of all his baggage problems, and climbed up with Hans Castorp onto the h†
Chpt 6.5
- Consul Tienappel—he was a vice-consul, having generously relieved the old man of his honorary duties as well—emerged from his compartment half-frozen and wrapped in his winter coat (because there really was a biting chill to the October evening, its air very close to what one would call clear and frosty, indeed it was sure to freeze by morning), stepped forward expressing, his amused surprise in the somewhat spare, but very civilized phrases of a northwestern German gentleman, greeted his nephew, or quasi cousin, emphasizing his satisfaction at how splendid he looked, discovered that the limping attendant had taken care of all his baggage problems, and climbed up with Hans Castorp onto the h†
Chpt 6.5
- And the consul would be doing the same—he would not have much choice in the matter.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul could not get his fill of staring at that profile.†
Chpt 6.5
- The veins at Consul Tienappel's temples, just below his thinning blond hair, were swollen.†
Chpt 6.5
- Such was indeed the vague, yet compelling power that caused Herr Tienappel to stare, quite unconsciously, at his cousin—with his mouth open now, by the way, because he could no longer breathe through his stuffy nasal passages, although the consul did not have a cold as far as he knew.†
Chpt 6.5
- galloping form of this process, which could lead to one's exitus within a few months, even weeks, heard about pneumectomy, the director's skillfully executed craft, about lung resections, like the one that would be performed the next day, or at least very soon, on a recently arrived serious case, a once very attractive Scottish woman, who was now suffering from gangraena pulmonum, gangrene of the lungs, so that a blackish-green infection was raging inside her, forcing her to breathe a vaporized solution of powdered carbolic acid all day just to keep from losing her mind in revulsion at her own body—and suddenly, much to his own surprise and great embarrassment, the consul burst out laughing.†
Chpt 6.5
- But now—and it was unclear whether he hoped to cloak this outburst of levity with common sense and reason, or whether he had something else in mind—quite out of the blue, the consul picked up on a topic one might hear at a men's club, and with the swollen veins pulsing at his temples, began to talk about a so-called chansonette whom he had heard singing in a cafe, a quite incredible young thing, who was currently appearing in Sankt Pauli and whose fiery charms, which he described in detail for his cousin, had simply knocked the breath out of all the gentlemen in the city-state they called home.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul hardly knew what else to reply to the doctor's jovial, rugged greeting except, "But of course, to be sure," and was glad when his nephew announced he would fetch him for breakfast the next morning at eight and he could then proceed by way of the balcony to Joachim's disinfected room, light his usual bedtime cigarette, and stretch out at last on the deserter's bed.†
Chpt 6.5
- A husband and father now for several years, he had not, however, been required to leave the old consul's roomy villa on Harvestehuder Weg.†
Chpt 6.5
- This was precisely what Hans Castorp had foreseen when he responded to the consul's telegram with, "Just as he pleases.†
Chpt 6.5
- He had been part of this world too long for that; and it was not he who made use of it against this aggressor, but vice versa; so that everything happened now with a kind of matter-of-fact simplicity—from the first moment when the consul felt a vague suspicion drift over him, emanating from his nephew and telling him that his project was hopeless, until the very end, the final conclusion, to which, admittedly, Hans Castorp could not help appending a melancholy smile.†
Chpt 6.5
- "But of course, to be sure," the consul promptly replied and his mouth hung politely, eagerly open for quite a while as he watched the long-necked man row away, while his nephew stood there callous and casual beside him.†
Chpt 6.5
- Then, as prescribed, they promenaded to the bench beside the wooden trough, and afterward James Tienappel enjoyed his first hour of rest cure, to which practice he was introduced by his nephew, who supplemented the plaid roll James had brought along with a camel-hair blanket of his own—one being more than enough for Hans Castorp, given the lovely autumn weather—and instructed his uncle, step by step, in the traditional art of wrapping oneself; in fact, once the consul had been transformed into a smooth, cylindrical mummy, Hans Castorp undid it all, in order to have his uncle repeat the whole established procedure on his own, intervening only occasionally to improve his technique.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul made little jokes.†
Chpt 6.5
- How could there be any objection to the pressures of a daily schedule so gentle and so self-evident; indeed, there could have been no reason whatever to object, even if the consul's critical abilities had not been diminished by a condition that he could not actually call sickness, but that consisted of both fatigue and agitation, accompanied by a sense of being simultaneously feverish and chilled.†
Chpt 6.5
- Official channels were used to bring about the impatiently awaited discussion with Director Behrens; Hans Castorp commissioned the bath attendant to pass the request on to the head nurse; this resulted in Consul Tienappel's being given an opportunity to make that eccentric lady's acquaintance.†
Chpt 6.5
- Why, for the latter, of course, for a private discussion, the consul assured her from his recumbent position.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul, however, was cold, was constantly freezing although his head was hot; and he stopped to consider that if the head nurse had offered him a thermometer, he would have refused it, and yet it would not have been the right thing to do somehow, since it would be impolite to use someone else's, his nephew's for example.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul experienced life here, gathered impressions—and we do not wish to spy on him any further.†
Chpt 6.5
- It was clear, however, that Hans Castorp had indeed heard the like before, that this would not make him feel cold, either; and so the consul broke off and simply responded to his nephew's rather indifferent general query by saying, "Oh, nothing, nothing.†
Chpt 6.5
- Had the consul's discussion with Behrens taken a different direction from what he had intended?†
Chpt 6.5
- To judge from the consul's conduct, it had.†
Chpt 6.5
- The consul had at first paid no particular attention to a certain Frau Kedisch, the Polish industrialist's wife, who sat at the same table as the gluttonous student with the circular glasses and the temporarily absent Frau Salomon; and indeed she was only one of many ladies who took their rest cure in the common lounging area—a rather plump and buxom brunette, no longer all that young, graying already, but with a dainty double chin and lively brown eyes.†
Chpt 6.5
- But one Sunday evening in the salon after supper, the consul made a discovery, thanks to a black, very low-cut sequined gown: Frau Rcdisch had very feminine, soft, white, dose-set breasts and a cleavage visible from a considerable distance.†
Chpt 6.5
- The next day Frau Redisch was no longer wearing a black sequined gown, but a dress that covered almost all of her; the consul, however, knew what he knew and remained faithful to that first impression.†
Chpt 6.5
- He was seated between Herr Wehsal and the hunchbacked Mexican, with whom he spoke Spanish—because he was a master of many languages, including Turkish and Hungarian—and folding his gigantic hands before his plate and hitching his moustache more askew, he watched with protruding, bloodshot, blue eyes as Consul Tienappel raised his glass of bordeaux to Frau Redisch at her table.†
Chpt 6.5
- To be sure," the consul said.†
Chpt 6.5
- Hans Castorp did not let on to anyone that he had not known about his relative's imminent departure, particularly not to the limping porter, who had accompanied the consul to the station.†
Chpt 6.5
- We are thinking of the recent demise of old Consul Tienappel, Ham's great-uncle and foster father, of faded memory.†
Chpt 7.10
Definitions:
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(1)
(consul) a diplomat appointed by a government to protect its commercial interests and help its citizens in a foreign country
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(2)
(meaning too rare to warrant focus) meaning too rare to warrant focus:
A consul general is a consul of high rank. For historical senses of consul, see a comprehensive dictionary.