And more boys die than girls, so that the real
disproportion among adults is even greater. Doesn’t matter a bit to me. He donned his winter
coat. He was angry. 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. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you
getting yourself into trouble?’
‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. The shape of the
head, the height and breadth of the brow, the angle of the nose, the cut of the
chin and jaws, all were fine, of a type she had never before looked upon closely. “Oh, damn!” he said. What happened? Did
you turn me?”
“Yes, my love.
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