DOI Artikel:
Christian, Susan: Two hours: two women
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.27806#0190
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Two Hours : Two Women
A bugle was sounding at the other end of the barrack square ;
people passed along the pavement where the tall footman stood
immovable ; the innumerable windows in the row of houses
gazed down unblinkingly. It all seemed to her so detached, so far
away, unreal; and he the greatest unreality.
She did not look at him again, but signalled to the footman, and
bent her head as the horses sprang forward. She was not to be
unenvied. Her last disappointment on earth was over as she went
swiftly up the Buckingham Palace Road.
For himself, he returned to his dishevelled rooms, and, teased
by some vague half-misgiving, stood a few moments beside the
open piano, tapping gently with his fingers on the mirror-like
wood before sitting down to play.
Ah ! the inexplicable incapacities or the human soul!
Yet here, under his moving hands, was music—such music ;
perfect expression of immortal pain, immortal love.
Two Hours : Two Women
A bugle was sounding at the other end of the barrack square ;
people passed along the pavement where the tall footman stood
immovable ; the innumerable windows in the row of houses
gazed down unblinkingly. It all seemed to her so detached, so far
away, unreal; and he the greatest unreality.
She did not look at him again, but signalled to the footman, and
bent her head as the horses sprang forward. She was not to be
unenvied. Her last disappointment on earth was over as she went
swiftly up the Buckingham Palace Road.
For himself, he returned to his dishevelled rooms, and, teased
by some vague half-misgiving, stood a few moments beside the
open piano, tapping gently with his fingers on the mirror-like
wood before sitting down to play.
Ah ! the inexplicable incapacities or the human soul!
Yet here, under his moving hands, was music—such music ;
perfect expression of immortal pain, immortal love.