She turned to the stage, and Tristan was wounded in Kurvenal’s arms, with
Isolde at his feet, and King Mark, the incarnation of masculine force and
obligation, the masculine creditor of love and beauty, stood over him, and the
second climax was ending in wreaths and reek of melodies; and then the curtain
was coming down in a series of short rushes, the music had ended, and the
people were stirring and breaking out into applause, and the lights of the
auditorium were resuming. ’
‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. He would
read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke
without having it explained to me. A
cat came and rubbed herself against him as he entered the house, and seemed by
her mewing to ask him for food. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night.
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