aennschen's

Updated: May 21, 2025

Daucus Carota, out under the trees, laid himself in her lap, she scratched his head, and Herr Amandus, accompanying himself on the guitar, began the first of twelve dozen songs which he had composed and written out in a thick book. Daucus Carota, in Aennschen's lap, twisted and writhed, and groaned and whined more and more lamentably, as if he had a violent pain in his stomach.

E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus) Hoffmann - The Serapion Brethren.: Vol. II