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Past the home windows we checked out the shore and the timber that, with the colour of the air, composed an image of historical splendor. We couldn’t comprehend one another. We argued as regards to attractiveness. “People have misplaced the experience of beauty,” Claudia stated. “Beauty needs to be continually invented,” I stated. “Beauty is often attractiveness; it’s everlasting. ” “Beauty is born constantly from a few clash. ” “What concerning the Greeks? ” “Well, what approximately them? ” “Beauty is civilization! ” “And so... ” “Therefore... ” shall we have long past on like this all day and all evening. “This park, this river... ” (“This park, this river,” i assumed, “can in basic terms be marginal, a comfort to us for the remainder; historical good looks is powerless opposed to new ugliness. ”) “This eel... ” within the middle of the eating place there has been a tumbler tank, an aquarium, and a few large eels have been swimming inside of it. “Look! ” a few buyers have been forthcoming, very important humans, a relations of well-to-do gourmets: mom, father, grown daughter, adolescent son. With them used to be the maître d’hôtel, a tremendous, corpulent guy in frock coat, stiff white blouse; he was once greedy the deal with of a bit web, the sort little ones use for catching butterflies. The relatives, severe, motive, checked out the eels; at a definite aspect the mum raised her hand and mentioned an eel. The maître d’hôtel dipped the internet into the aquarium, with a quick swoop he stuck the animal and drew it out of the water. The eel writhed and struggled within the internet. The maître d’hôtel went off towards the kitchen, protecting the web with the gasping eel instantly out in entrance of him like a lance. The relatives watched him burst off, then they sat down on the desk, to attend till the eel got here again, cooked. “Cruelty... ” “Civilization... ” “Everything is cruel... ” rather than having them name a taxi, we left walking. The lawns, the tree trunks, have been swathed in that veil which rose from the river, dense, damp, the following nonetheless a usual phenomenon. Claudia walked secure through her fur coat, its broad collar, her muff, her fur hat. We have been the 2 shadowy fanatics who shape part of the image. “Beauty... ” “Your beauty... ” “What stable is it? so far as that goes... ” I stated: “Beauty is everlasting. ” “Ah, now you’re announcing what I acknowledged ahead of, eh? ” “No, the other. ” “It’s most unlikely to debate whatever with you,” she acknowledged. She moved off as though she desired to move on via herself, alongside the trail. A layer of fog used to be flowing simply over the earth: the fur-covered silhouette proceeded as though it weren’t touching the floor. I observed Claudia again to her lodge that night, and we came across the foyer jam-packed with gents in dinner jackets and girls in lengthy, low-cut attire. It used to be carnival time, and a charity ball used to be being held within the inn ballroom. “How awesome! Will you are taking me? I’ll simply run and wear a night costume! ” I’m no longer the kind who is going to balls and that i felt unwell comfy. “But we don’t have an invitation... and I’m donning a brown suit... ” “I by no means desire an invitation... and you’re my escort. ” She ran as much as swap. I didn’t recognize the place to show.