Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.


Ch. 4, as translated by David Luke - Death in Venice (1912)


Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.

Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.

Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.

Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.