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No, he would have to wait awhile for the pastoral joys he had promised himself. And it seemed as if, instead of the satyr-play of which old Julius Paulinus had spoken, that fatal whistle had given the signal for another act in Caracalla's terrible life-tragedy. The "friends" of the emperor looked at him anxiously as, with furrowed brow, he asked, impatiently: "Macrinus not here yet?"
No, he would have to wait awhile for the pastoral joys he had promised himself. And it seemed as if, instead of the satyr-play of which old Julius Paulinus had spoken, that fatal whistle had given the signal for another act in Caracalla's terrible life-tragedy. The "friends" of the emperor looked at him anxiously as, with furrowed brow, he asked, impatiently: "Macrinus not here yet?"
Around the hero everything becomes a tragedy; around the demigod everything becomes a satyr-play; and around God everything becomes what? perhaps a "world"? It is not enough to possess a talent: one must also have your permission to possess it; eh, my friends? "Where there is the tree of knowledge, there is always Paradise": so say the most ancient and the most modern serpents.
"No, not really! Can I not fly?" "You cannot, but I can." "I see smoke! Is the house on fire?" "Yes, it is. And there are archers posted outside!" "The comedy is over! We return to tragedy...." "And the satyr-play begins." "My feet are hot; generally cold is a precursor of death." "Everything is born from its opposite, Alcibiades." "Give me a kiss." She kissed him, the handsomest man of Athens.
In the midst of these ironies of fate, this satyr-play of the nether forces with the master, in which he occupies at times so undignified a position, it is gratifying to note that the artist-life goes on apace. In the last quartets which now come up for consideration, the labors of the tone-poet are brought to a close. The quartet was a favorite musical form with the master.
"It is according to circumstances," said Pollux, laughing. "If only they would perform your father's Satyr-play, or his Theseus!" cried Doris. "Only wait a little, I will recommend him to Caesar as soon as he is proud to call me his friend, as the Phidias of the age.
Scarcely had he disappeared when the mourning proconsul exclaimed in his dry manner, as if speaking to himself: "The idyl is to begin. Would it might be the satyr-play that closes the bloodiest of tragedies!" "Caesar has not been himself to-day," said the favorite Theocritus; and the senator Cassius Dio whispered to Paulinus, "And therefore he was more bearable to look at."
No, he would have to wait awhile for the pastoral joys he had promised himself. And it seemed as if, instead of the satyr-play of which old Julius Paulinus had spoken, that fatal whistle had given the signal for another act in Caracalla's terrible life-tragedy. The "friends" of the emperor looked at him anxiously as, with furrowed brow, he asked, impatiently: "Macrinus not here yet?"
Scarcely had he disappeared when the mourning proconsul exclaimed in his dry manner, as if speaking to himself: "The idyl is to begin. Would it might be the satyr-play that closes the bloodiest of tragedies!" "Caesar has not been himself to-day," said the favorite Theocritus; and the senator Cassius Dio whispered to Paulinus, "And therefore he was more bearable to look at."
"It is according to circumstances," said Pollux, laughing. "If only they would perform your father's Satyr-play, or his Theseus!" cried Doris. "Only wait a little, I will recommend him to Caesar as soon as he is proud to call me his friend, as the Phidias of the age.
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