S'amor non e che dunque e quel ch'io sento? Ma s'egli e amor, per Dio, che cosa e quale? One noon in 189-, a young man stood in front of the new Gewandhaus in Leipzig, and watched the neat, grass-laid square, until then white and silent in the sunshine, grow dark with many figures.…
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