Clara Wieck As soon as the carriage had deposited Clara and her father at the door in the old Grimmaischestrasse, she went to her room to wash her face and change her clothes and then made her way down from the top of the house to say hello to her brothers and her stepmother. But before she could...
I am lying in bed, waiting for Clara. I am positively esurient. My senses are all atumble. I taste the music and hear the quilts blazing on the walls and see Clara on my skin. So does hunger rearrange one, to say nothing of how it loosens the mind in the way it devours tho...
