Now comes the love of music of man in particular for women in general: happy, faithless, seductive music: the race and rip of violins dancing, whipping, tricking, fizzing in a froth of May wine, sunshine sunshine, and cotton dresses in summertime.
Who am I?
I am he who loves. I am in love. I love.
Who do you love?
Who is “you?”
Any girl you please. You.
How can that be?
Because all girls are lovable and I love them all. I love you. I can make you happy and you me.
Only one thing can make you happy and it’s not that.
Love makes me happy. Knowing makes me happy.