-- Christa Wolf, No Place on Earth. I want to re-read Kleist's Michael Kohlhaus once again in light of this novel. I so wish Gunderrode's poetry was translated.

--The World does what comes most easily to it: It keeps silent.

Bruges-la-Morte

...to be shedding petals of flowers of iron! 102

The street had quickly emptied and was already silent with the excessive sadness of a passing joy. 98

The solemn music of the serpents and ophicleides rose to mock the fragile, intermittent garland of the song of the sopranos. 97

The poplars on the bank were complaining. 86