Drosselmeier Had Unwittingly Exposed Himself To An

Comedy Is Tragedy That Happens To Other People.

...in Their Millenial And Long-lived Patience They Knew Quite Well How, In A Hundred Years, Or A Thousand Years' Time, Or Else, Perhaps, Tomorrow, In An Hour's Time, For It Was All A Gamble, A Million To One Chance, But All The Same There Was A Chance That If They Kept On Shaking Their Chains, One Day, Some Day, The Clasps Upon The Shackles Would Part.

What A Joy It Is To Dance And Sing!

For Hours, For Days, For Years, She Had Wandered Endlessly Within Herself But Never Met Anybody, Nobody.

I See Her As A Series Of Marvellous Shapes Formed At Random In The Kaleidoscope Of Desire.