. She turned and looked at the red
LED of the alarm clock that read 3:55. She stood up before him, smiling faintly. The world, perhaps,
will be educated out of its idea of fixed standards. 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. “You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can
be.
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