The lady was not alone;
She had a husband,
A husband who knew everything,
But to tell the truth knew nothing,
For you can't have culture without making concessions.
You concede your flesh and blood to it,
You concede your own self to others;
By conceding your gain
Classicism and Romanticism,
And all that our souls are steeped in.


Face à la Nuit


The lady was not alone; She had a husband, A husband who knew everything, But to tell the truth knew nothing, For you can't have culture without...

The lady was not alone; She had a husband, A husband who knew everything, But to tell the truth knew nothing, For you can't have culture without...

The lady was not alone; She had a husband, A husband who knew everything, But to tell the truth knew nothing, For you can't have culture without...

The lady was not alone; She had a husband, A husband who knew everything, But to tell the truth knew nothing, For you can't have culture without...