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قراءة كتاب Melomaniacs
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MELOMANIACS
BY
JAMES HUNEKER
And set black streamers in the firmament,
To signify the slaughter of the Gods.
Marlowe
NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
1902
Copyright, 1902, by
Charles Scribner's Sons
All rights reserved
Published, February, 1902
University Press:
John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A.
TO
PHILIP HALE
CONTENTS
| Page | |
| The Lord's Prayer in B | 1 |
| A Son of Liszt | 11 |
| A Chopin of the Gutter | 19 |
| The Piper of Dreams | 31 |
| An Emotional Acrobat | 63 |
| Isolde's Mother | 73 |
| The Rim of Finer Issues | 99 |
| An Ibsen Girl | 118 |
| Tannhäuser's Choice | 141 |
| The Red-Headed Piano Player | 158 |
| Brynhild's Immolation | 172 |
| The Quest of the Elusive | 183 |
| An Involuntary Insurgent | 196 |
| Hunding's Wife | 206 |
| The Corridor of Time | 224 |
| Avatar | 240 |
| The Wegstaffes give a Musicale | 255 |
| The Iron Virgin | 268 |
| Dusk of the Gods | 280 |
| Siegfried's Death | 294 |
| Intermezzo | 307 |
| A Spinner of Silence | 315 |
| The Disenchanted Symphony | 324 |
| Music the Conqueror | 347 |
MELOMANIACS
THE LORD'S PRAYER IN B
At the close of the first day they brought Baruch into the great Hall of the Oblates, sometime called the Hall of the Unexpected. The young man walked with eyes downcast. Aloft in the vast spaces the swinging domes of light made more reddish his curly beard, deepened the hollows on either side of his sweetly pointed nose, and accented the determined corners of his firmly modelled lips. He was dressed in a simple tunic and wore no Talith; and as he slowly moved up the wide aisle the Grand Inquisitor, visibly annoyed by the resemblance, said to his famulus, "The heretic dares to imitate the Master." He crossed himself and shuddered.
Mendoza abated not his reserve as he drew near the long table before the Throne. Like a quarry that is at last hemmed in, the Jew was quickly surrounded by a half thousand black-robed monks. The silence—sick, profound, and awful—was punctuated by the low, sullen tapping of a drum.