“Nur Todgeweihten
Taugt mein Anblick:
Wer mich erschaut,
Der scheidet vom Lebenslicht.”
My vision was dispelled. No one could have kept it listening to her and
watching her. As they went on what he created she destroyed; it was the
most one-sided, maddening performance. I found myself eager to have her
stop that I might hear him. Before they had reached the end I knew that
Mr. Masters was an artist and she was not. That is all there was to it.
She turned to me, proudly smiling, with a questioning “Well”.
Mr. Masters, his head drooped, heaved a sigh.