I was bored with looking at the stage, and raised my eyes towards the boxes. In a box I saw you, strangely beautiful, corruptly youthful. And what I had been told about you in the afternoon came back to me at once, aroused my mind and body. And while I gazed in fascination at your weary beauty and your weary youth, at your fastidious attire, I pictured you, imagined you the way they'd told me of you in the afternoon.
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