“To-night we are as we have always been. Shamefaced
curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and
art. 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. ‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. If
they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning.
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