The Dreamers: “In a moment we were under the wild winter moon, in a tight embrace.”
The Monkey: “…one by one they dropped their slight garments on the floor and quite naked they walked up to the mirror and looked into it…”
The Old Chevalier: “When she rode so madly, when she surrounded herself with admirers, she had her eye on him, as a competitor in a chariot race would have his eye on the driver just beside him.”
The Deluge at Norderney: “She walked over the moors, grave as Ceres herself with a thunderbolt borrowed from Jove in her hand…”
The Poet: “The dance was more tun a real mazurka, very fiery and light…”
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