Category: Humour

Europe After 8:15

The scene is the brow of the Hungerberg at Innsbruck. It is the half-hour before sunset, and the whole lovely valley of the Inn--_still wie die Nacht, tief wie das Meer_--begins to glow with mauves and apple greens, apricots and silvery blues. Along the peaks of the great snow...

Chapters

1. Chapter 1

The scene is the brow of the Hungerberg at Innsbruck. It is the half-hour before sunset, and the whole lovely valley of the Inn--_still wie die Nacht, tief wie das Meer_--begins...

2. Chapter 2

The casual Sunday School superintendent, bursting with visions of luxurious gaieties, his brain incited by references to _Wiener blut_, his corpuscles tripping to the strains of...

3. Chapter 3

Theatregoing is occasionally varied with lesser and more primitive pastimes. Go out on the crooked Sieveringerstrasse and behold the multitudes waxing mellow over the sweet red...

4. Chapter 4

And so, resuming that beeriad, it appears that we are once again in the Hoftheatre Café in the Residenzstrasse, and that Fräulein Sophie, that pleasing creature, has just arrive...

5. Chapter 5

And thus the evening breeze, come hither through the reeds and cypress from over the purpling Havel hills beyond, takes on an added perfume, an added bouquet, as it transports i...

6. Chapter 6

For them, are no souvenirs of happy evening hours that sing always in the heart of a Berlin they can never know. For them, shall be no memory of that vast and insuperable _gemüt...

7. Chapter 7

A.--A Supper Club is a legal technicality--a system whereby the English law is misconstrued, misapplied, controverted, disguised and outdone. Specifically, it is a combination r...

8. Chapter 8

True, alas, it is, that gone is the Paris of Paris's glory--gone that Paris that called to Louise with the luring melody of a zithered soul. True, alas, it is, that the Paris of...

9. Chapter 9

The only thing that changes in Paris is the Paris of the Americans, that foul swelling at the Carrara throat of Youth's fairyland. It is this Paris, cankered with the erosions o...