was going on the boat for Venice... My God, with which emotion did I see
the dear city again, later essermela course in the heart for thirty years...
I re-heard his quiet, the mysterious rinsing against the silent palaces,
and his nobility tied to a sense of death wrapped me again. Fronts of churches,
squares and flights of steps, bridges and corns with their rare passers-by
revealed me to themselves with unexpected and fluctuating faces. The gondoliers
were exchanging their call. I was feeling myself as to house..." (Thomas
Mann) ..." (Thomas Mann)