Jordan and Josiah. Melusine whirled. He looked just as Julian had the
night she had first met him outside the Joliet
Laundromat. “I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said. It was an
excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. “Yes. ” He looked at her, his eyes
illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. I love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love
this, this—this innocence upon us most of all. 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. Home!—
which I never hoped to see again.
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