Traumnove
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33.—4
tions or creatures briefly evoked to give
color and form to their shifting moods.
Fridolin is a young physician with a
good practice, a pretty wife and a dear,
small daughter—with, in addition,
agreeably frivolous memories and
secret romantic hopes. Albertina is an
#ttractive woman who cannot help re¬
gretting the giddy experiences which
were blocked for her by à very early
marriage to the husband with whom
she has not fallen out of love. The
couple attend a masquerade ball toward
the close of the carnival. The excite¬
mnent which this evening engenders,
rousing in each the remembrance of
unconsummated desires, and waking,
too, a thrill of aversion and of Jealonsy.
is the spring of the narrative.
wing nicht Fridolin finds
d in one abor
adven¬
cher.
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PEES CLAPPINGS
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RMAPSODY: A DREAM NOVEL.
By Arthur Schnitzter.
4
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BABETTE DEUTSCH
he goes
□h
bertina who makes a #
Fridolin.
MERE is a saying that when a
good Parisian dies he goes to
The gray dawn was creeping in
Vienna. And could there be a
through the curtains when Fridolin
more sophisticated Paradise than this
finished. Albertina hadn't once inter¬
city, where the chief sin is to be dowdy,
rupted him with a curious or impatient
where Otto Friml competes with night¬
question. She probably felt that he.
ingales, and where patriarchs commandi
could not, and would not, keep anything
Haselnusstorte for dessert on wash-day#
from her. She lay there quietly, with
At all events, Schnitzler has done his
her arms folded under her head, and
best to give point to this mot about bis
remained silent long after Fridolin had
city. His novels, tales and dramas are
finished. He was lying by her side and
like so many boxes containing a fra¬
finally bent over her, and, looking into
grant, delicately bitter compound which
her immobile face with the large, bright
is three parts charm and two parts dis¬
eyes in which morning seemed to have
illusioned romanticism. This most re¬
dawned, he asked, in a voice of both
cent story is no exception.
doubt and hope: What shall we do
now, Albertina?“
The German title of the piece,
Traumnovelle, gives the key to its.
She smiled, and, after a minute, re¬
quality far better than the English
ied:
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33.—4
tions or creatures briefly evoked to give
color and form to their shifting moods.
Fridolin is a young physician with a
good practice, a pretty wife and a dear,
small daughter—with, in addition,
agreeably frivolous memories and
secret romantic hopes. Albertina is an
#ttractive woman who cannot help re¬
gretting the giddy experiences which
were blocked for her by à very early
marriage to the husband with whom
she has not fallen out of love. The
couple attend a masquerade ball toward
the close of the carnival. The excite¬
mnent which this evening engenders,
rousing in each the remembrance of
unconsummated desires, and waking,
too, a thrill of aversion and of Jealonsy.
is the spring of the narrative.
wing nicht Fridolin finds
d in one abor
adven¬
cher.
#che
St-
ft,
2-
G
AAMS
PEES CLAPPINGS
96. Warren St., N. V. Ca
Tribune
teuch
Walle F
NEW VORK GITN
stram
bertir
mört
MAR 6.
diset
inin
IA Viennese Delicacytu
he
RMAPSODY: A DREAM NOVEL.
By Arthur Schnitzter.
4
Neu Torte: Simon und Schuster.
t
81.50.
10
Revinwed by
ag
BABETTE DEUTSCH
he goes
□h
bertina who makes a #
Fridolin.
MERE is a saying that when a
good Parisian dies he goes to
The gray dawn was creeping in
Vienna. And could there be a
through the curtains when Fridolin
more sophisticated Paradise than this
finished. Albertina hadn't once inter¬
city, where the chief sin is to be dowdy,
rupted him with a curious or impatient
where Otto Friml competes with night¬
question. She probably felt that he.
ingales, and where patriarchs commandi
could not, and would not, keep anything
Haselnusstorte for dessert on wash-day#
from her. She lay there quietly, with
At all events, Schnitzler has done his
her arms folded under her head, and
best to give point to this mot about bis
remained silent long after Fridolin had
city. His novels, tales and dramas are
finished. He was lying by her side and
like so many boxes containing a fra¬
finally bent over her, and, looking into
grant, delicately bitter compound which
her immobile face with the large, bright
is three parts charm and two parts dis¬
eyes in which morning seemed to have
illusioned romanticism. This most re¬
dawned, he asked, in a voice of both
cent story is no exception.
doubt and hope: What shall we do
now, Albertina?“
The German title of the piece,
Traumnovelle, gives the key to its.
She smiled, and, after a minute, re¬
quality far better than the English
ied: