dedicated to the Great God Thaw
we offer you the first rite of Spring"Five minutes ago, not far from here, I met a man I know, Adalbart, the novelist. "God damn the spring!" says he in the aggressive way he has. "It is and always has been the most ghastly time of the year. Can you get hold of a single sensible idea, Kröger? Can you sit still and work out even the smallest effect, when your blood tickles till it's positively indecent and you are teased by a whole host of irrelevant sensations that when you look at them turn out to be unworkable trash? For my part, I am going to a cafe. A cafe is neutral territory, the change of the seasons doesn't affect it..."
Thomas Mann, Tonio Kröger.