THE SKULLS

A sumptuous, brilliantly lighted hall; a number of ladies and gentlemen.

All the faces are animated, the talk is lively.... A noisy conversation is

being carried on about a famous singer. They call her divine, immortal....

O, how finely yesterday she rendered her last trill!

And suddenly--as by the wave of an enchanter’s wand--from every head

and from every face, slipped off the delicate covering of skin, and

instantaneously exposed the deadly whiteness of skulls, with here and there

the leaden shimmer of bare jaws and gums.

With horror I beheld the movements of those jaws and gums; the turning,

the glistening in the light of the lamps and candles, of those lumpy bony

balls, and the rolling in them of other smaller balls, the balls of the

meaningless eyes.

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