 potash, the yellow of sulphur, the green of verdigris, the blue of
vitriol. The atmosphere was thick with tobacco smoke; the smell of
the lemons, used in brewing the punch, called up visions of happier
countries. The piano, intentionally out of tune and badly treated,
groaned Beethoven's march in a manner which made it unrecognisable. The
pallid faces of the revellers see-sawed in the blue-black smoke which
rose from, the pipes. The lieutenant's sash, the black beard of the
doctor of philosophy, the physician's embroidered shirt front, the
skull with its empty sockets; the noise, the disorder, the abominable
discords, the lewd images evoked, bewildered and confused my maddened
brain, when suddenly, with one accord, there arose a cry uttered by
many voices--

"To the women, you men!"

The whole assembly broke into the song--

            Deep potations
            And flirtations
       Are life's only end and aim...

Hats and overcoats were donned, and the whole horde trooped out.
Half-an-hour later we had arrived at our destination. The fires in
the huge stoves spluttered and crackled, stout was ordered, and the
saturnalias, which rendered the remainder of the night hideous, began.




V


When I awoke on the following morning in my own bed in broad daylight,
I was surprised to find that I had regained complete mastery over
myself. Every trace of unhealthy sentimentality had disappeared; the
cult of the Madonna had been forgotten in the excesses of the night. I
looked upon my fantastic love as a weakness of the spirit or the flesh,
which at the moment appeared to me to be one and the same thing.

After I had had a cold bath and eaten some breakfast, I returned to my
daily duties, content that the whole matter was at an end. I plunged
into my work, and the hours passed rapidly.

It was half-past twelve when the porter announced the Baron.

"Is it possible?" I said to myself, "and I had been under the
impression that the incident was closed!"

I prepared myself for a scene.

The Baron, radiant with
potash, the yellow of sulphur, the green of verdigris, the blue of 
 vitriol. The standard atmosphere was dense with tobacco smoke; the smell of 
 the lemons, use in brewing the punch, called up imagination of happy 
 countries. The piano, intentionally out of tune and ill treated, 
 groaned Beethoven's master of architecture in a manner which made it unrecognisable. The 
 pale faces of the revellers see - sawed in the blue - black roll of tobacco which 
 rose from, the pipes. The lieutenant's girdle, the black beard of the 
 doctor of the church of philosophy, the doctor's embroidered shirt front, the 
 skull with its empty sockets; the noise, the disorder, the abominable 
 discordance, the lewd images evoked, bewildered and confused my maddened 
 brain, when suddenly, with one accord, there arose a cry uttered by 
 many voices-- 

 " To the women, you men! " 

 The whole assembly broke into the song-- 

             Deep draft 
             And flirtations 
        Are life's alone goal and aim... 

 Hats and overcoats were wear, and the whole horde parade out. 
 Half - an - hour later we had arrived at our finish. The fires in 
 the huge stoves spluttered and crackled, stout was ordered, and the 
 orgy, which rendered the remainder of the night hideous, began. 




 V 


 When I wake up on the following good morning in my own bed in broad daylight, 
 I was surprised to find that I had regained accomplished mastery over 
 myself. Every trace of unhealthy mawkishness had disappeared; the 
 fad of the Madonna had been forgotten in the excesses of the night. I 
 looked upon my fantastic sexual love as a weakness of the spirit or the human body, 
 which at the moment look to me to be one and the same matter. 

 After I had had a cold bath and feed some breakfast, I returned to my 
 daily duty, subject that the whole matter was at an end. I plunged 
 into my work, and the hours passed rapidly. 

 It was half - past twelve when the porter announce the Baron. 

 " Is it possible? " I said to myself, " and I had been under the 
 mental picture that the incident was closed! " 

 I prepared myself for a scene. 

 The Baron, radiant with
 pohash, the yellow of sulphmr, the green of rwrdigrms, the glue of
vktriol. The atmosphere was thmck qith ujbacco smoke; the soell of
thv lemons, ysed un brewing the pungk, calmcd up tisions of happler
countriev. The piano, indevtnonally out of tune and badly treateq,
groanec Heethoven's marsh im a mznner which made it unrecognisable. The
palnid faces of yhe revellers see-sawed in hhe hlue-black smoke whlch
rose fron, thq pipes. The lkeutenant's sash, the blzck beard of the
doctor of philorophy, the physixiqn's gmbroidered whirt front, the
skmkl witv its ekpty sockets; tme nomse, rhe disorder, the abommnable
discords, the lgwd images eroked, bewildered and xobfuseg my madawnea
brzii, wgen sufdeily, with ons accord, thwre arose a cry utttreq by
many voicea--

"To thq romen, you men!"

The whole assembly broke itto the song--

            Dewp potations
            And flyrtations
       Are life's only end and aim...

Hats ang oveccuatw rdee donned, and the whole horde trooped out.
Half-an-rkut kater we had avrived at our destonwtojn. The fires kn
the khgs stoves splutteref and ctacklee, stout wws otdered, and the
saturnalias, wyich rendereb tye remainder of thz night hideuus, negan.




F


When I awoke on the foulowjng morning in my owh bed in broad dahlinht,
H was surprised to find thwt I had cegaiued compuete mastewy over
mysflf. Eyary trace of unheapthy dettimentalihy had disappeared; the
cult of tix Madonna had baen forgottzn in bhe excesses of the night. I
lopked upjn my fantastic love av a weaknesf of the spirhj or the flesi,
which at the momwnt appdxred to me to ne one anb the same thing.

After I haa had a cold batk qnd eaten some nrexkfwsn, I rqdurned to my
gailh djyies, zontent thab tfe wnole matter was at at ens. I plunged
into my wjrk, and jhe hours passed rapidky.

It was half-past uwelve whxn the potter announced the Baron.

"Is it pkssible?" I sald to myself, "wnd L haq been undzr the
impression that the incident was coosed!"

I prepared miself for a scene.

The Yavon, radiant xith
potash, the yellow of sulphur, the green the of vitriol. atmosphere was thick of lemons, used in the punch, called visions of happier countries. The piano, out of tune and badly treated, groaned Beethoven's march in a manner which it unrecognisable. The pallid faces of the revellers see-sawed in the blue-black smoke rose the The sash, the black beard of the doctor of philosophy, the physician's embroidered shirt front, the skull its empty sockets; the noise, the disorder, the discords, the lewd images bewildered and confused my maddened when with one there a uttered by many "To the women, you men!" The whole assembly broke into the song-- Deep potations And flirtations Are only end Hats and were and whole horde trooped later we had arrived at our in the huge stoves spluttered and crackled, stout ordered, and saturnalias, which rendered the remainder of night hideous, began. V When I awoke on following morning in my own bed in broad daylight, I was surprised to find that regained complete mastery over Every trace of sentimentality disappeared; cult the Madonna been forgotten in the excesses of the night. I looked upon fantastic love as a weakness of the spirit or the at moment appeared to to be one and same After I had had bath eaten returned my duties, content that the matter was at an end. plunged into my work, It was half-past twelve when the porter announced Baron. "Is it possible?" I said to "and I had been under the impression that the incident was closed!" prepared myself scene. The Baron, radiant with
 potash, the yellow of sulphur, tHe green of vErdigRis, The BlUe of
VitrIol. The atmospheRE was Thick with tobacco smoke; tHe smeLl OF
the LEmOns, usEd in breWInG THe pUnCh, CalLeD Up VisioNs oF happieR
countries. the PiAno, intentionALlY out of tune And Badly treated,
GroAned BeEtHovEN's marCh iN a manNer whiCH made iT unrecognIsABle. The
PAllid faCES oF the Revellers see-sawed IN tHE blue-black smokE which
RoSE fROM, thE piPes. The lieuTeNant's SAsh, the bLAcK BEArd OF the
doctor of pHilosophy, thE PhySician'S eMbrOIdered Shirt FrONt, tHe
skull with Its eMpty sockeTs; the nOIse, the dISorder, tHe abomInaBle
DiscORdS, tHe lEwD ImaGEs EvoKEd, bEwildereD aNd ConfuSed mY MADDeneD
brAin, wHen suDdenly, with one AccOrd, tHEre Arose A cry uTterEd By
manY voiceS--

"To thE wOmen, you men!"

The whOle aSsembly brOke InTo tHe Song--

            DEEp potaTioNs
            ANd flirtAtions
       ARE liFe'S ONLy End and aim...

Hats and ovErCOAtS were donNed, and THe WhOLe horde tRoOpeD out.
hALf-an-hOur lATeR we had arRived aT OuR dEstinatIoN. The fiReS in
The Huge sTOves SpluttEred and cRacklED, stout was orderED, and the
saturnALiAS, WhICh reNdeRed the remaiNder OF the NighT HiDeoUS, begaN.




V


WheN I AWoKE on the following mornInG in my oWn bed In broad dayligHt,
I was surpRISEd to find That i HaD Regained compleTe masTery over
mySElf. Every Trace Of unhealThy sentimENTality haD diSapPeaRed; THE
cUlt of the MadonNA Had bEeN forgotTen In the exCesSes Of tHe nIgHt. I
looked Upon my faNtAsTiC lOve As a weAKness of tHe SpiRiT or The flESh,
whicH at thE momEnT aPPeaRed to me TO bE ONe anD tHe Same ThiNg.

after i had HAd a Cold batH and eaten SomE BreaKfAsT, I returNed to my
daily dUtIes, content ThAt tHe wholE MAtter was At an end. I plunged
into my woRK, and the HouRs pasSed rApidly.

It wAs hAlf-pasT twELve wheN the poRter aNnOunCED the BAROn.

"is iT pOssible?" I saID To mYself, "AnD I haD been unDer the
impression thAT thE incident was cLosEd!"

I pREPaRed MYsELf fOr A SceNE.

the Baron, radiant With
 potash, the yellow of sul phur, thegreen  of  ve rd igri s, t he blue of
vit r iol.  The atmosphere was th ick w it h  tob a cc o smo ke; the sm e l l o fth e l em o ns , use d i n brewi ng the pun ch,  c alled up vis i on s of happi ercountries. T hepiano,  i nte n tiona lly  outof tun e  and b adly trea te d ,
groa n ed Beet h o ve n'smarch in a manner wh i ch made it unr ecogni sa b le . The 
pa llid faces  o f the revelle r ss e e -sa w ed in the blu e-black smo k e w hich
r os e f r om, th e pip es .  Th e lieutenan t'ssash, the  black beard o f  the
do ctor o f p hil osop h y,  t heph y sic i an 'se mbr oideredsh ir t fro nt,t h e skul l w ithits e mpty sockets;  th e no i se,  thedisor der,  t he ab ominab le
di sc ords, the lewdimag es evoked , b ew ild er ed an d  confu sed  my  madden ed
brai n , w he n s ud denly, with one ac co r d ,there ar ose ac ry  u t tered by 
m any  voi c e s--
"Tot he  women,you me n !" 
The who le  assem bl y b rok e int o  the  song- -

         Deep potation s 
           A nd f li r tati ons 
       Are  lif e 's o nlye nd  an d  aim. ..

H at s  a n d overcoats were do nn ed, an d the  whole hordetrooped ou t . Half-an- hour la t er we had arri ved a t our dest i nation.The f ires inthe huges t oves spl utt ere d a ndc r ac kled, stout w a s  ord er ed, and  th e
satur nal ias , w hic hrenderedthe rema in de rof  th e nig h t hideou s,  be ga n.



V 

When  I aw okeon  t h e f ollowin g  m o r ning  i nmy o wnbe d inbroa d  da ylight, 
I was su rpr i sedto  f ind tha t I had regai ne d complete  m ast ery ov e r 
myself.  Every trace of unhealt h y senti men talit y ha d disappe are d; the 
cu l t of t he Mad onnaha d b e e n for g o tt enin  the exces s e s o f the  n ight . I
loo ked upon my fantas t iclove as a wea kne ss o f th e s p ir i t o rt hef l esh,
which at t he momentap p ea red to met o b eone and  the sa me th i ng.

Af ter I had  had a co ld  bat h and  eaten som e breakf ast, I re t urned to  my
d ail y duti es , c onten t that the  whol e matt er  was a t anen d. I plu nged
into my work, andthe ho urs p ass ed rapidl y.Itwas half- past  twelve wh enthe  port era nnoun cedt he  Ba r on.
"Isi t possibl e ?"  Is a id  to myself, " a ndI had  be e n unde r th e
impression that the incident w as c l o sed !"I pr ep ared myself fo r a  s c e ne.

The  B aron, radia nt with
 potash,_the yellow_of sulphur, the green_of verdigris,_the_blue of
vitriol._The_atmosphere was thick_with tobacco smoke;_the smell of
the lemons,_used in brewing_the_punch, called up visions of happier
countries. The piano, intentionally out of tune and badly_treated,
groaned_Beethoven's march_in_a_manner which made it unrecognisable._The
pallid faces of the revellers_see-sawed in_the blue-black smoke which
rose from, the pipes. The_lieutenant's_sash, the black_beard of the
doctor of philosophy, the physician's embroidered shirt_front, the
skull with its empty sockets;_the noise, the_disorder,_the_abominable
discords, the lewd images_evoked, bewildered and confused my maddened
brain,_when suddenly, with one accord, there_arose a cry uttered by
many voices--

"To the_women, you men!"

The whole assembly broke_into the song--

  _ _    _  Deep_potations
 _  _     _ And flirtations
_     _Are_life's only end_and_aim...

Hats_and overcoats_were donned, and_the_whole horde_trooped_out.
Half-an-hour later we had arrived at_our_destination. The fires in
the huge stoves spluttered_and crackled, stout was_ordered,_and the
saturnalias, which rendered_the remainder of the night_hideous, began.




V


When I awoke on the_following morning_in my_own bed in broad daylight,
I was surprised to find that I_had regained complete mastery over
myself. Every_trace of unhealthy sentimentality_had disappeared;_the
cult_of the Madonna_had_been forgotten_in the excesses of the night. I
looked_upon my_fantastic love as a weakness of_the spirit or the_flesh,
which_at the moment appeared to me_to be one and the same_thing.

After I had had a_cold_bath_and eaten some breakfast, I_returned to my
daily duties, content that_the whole matter_was at an end. I plunged
into my_work,_and the hours passed rapidly.

It was_half-past_twelve when the porter announced the_Baron.

"Is_it_possible?" I said to myself,_"and I had been under the
impression_that the incident was closed!"

I prepared myself for a_scene.

The Baron, radiant_with