How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except a coffin — a vehicle evoking lawless adventures in the plashing stillness of night, and still more strongly evoking death itself, the bier, the dark obsequies, the last silent journey!


Ch. 3, as translated by David Luke - Death in Venice (1912)


How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except ...

How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except ...

How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except ...

How strange a vehicle it is, coming down unchanged from times of old romance, and so characteristically black, the way no other thing is black except ...