were too fascinated to express anything less 
than a deep, dull joy. 
Our song-makers tell us that pleasure 
makes the soul kind, and softens the heart; 
the song was right that evening as far as I was 
concerned; not only was I made tender by this 
family of eyes, but I felt a little ashamed of our 
bottles and glasses, that were greater than our 
thirst. I turned my looks to yours, dear love, to 
read my thought therein. I plunged into your 
eyes, so beautiful and so strangely sweet; into 
your green eyes, indwelt by caprice, and in-
spired by the moon; when you said to me, 
“Those people are unbearable, with their eyes 
staring out of their heads; could you not ask 
the proprietor to send them away?” 
So difficult is it to understand each other, 
my dear angel, and so incommunicable is 
thought, even among people who love one an-
other.