Outside there is a foreign southern city, basking in the evening warmth, its fountains plashing noisily. An then comes the sea.
He drops his arms; with his arms at his sides he looks slender, narrow and disciplined. That way he looks like a pious young soldier, whose face pales above the black of his jacket in this twilight- standing sentry duty for something holy, acting the sentinel in this foreign room, across this foreign sea, across this foreign world.
from The Pious Dance by Klaus Mann, 1925
other works include: Mephisto, Pathetic Symphony, The Turning Point & Andre Gide and the Crisis of Modern Thought
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