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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Nothing much except that he used to call her his wonder-child and shut up like a clam when we tried to discuss her future with him. What you need now, if you're ever really going to get anywhere, is an audition." "Audition?" "One of the big opera directors to hear you. It's not easy to arrange at the Metropolitan. Ballman has no pull.
"No, it's Jack. Oh, Uniacke, see see how he poses! He knows that I shall paint him to-morrow. How horrible he is! Do the drowned always look like that?" "Come away, Sir Graham. This is a hideous hallucination. Come away." "How he is altered. All his features are coarsened, bloated. My wonder-child! He is tragic now, and he is disgusting. How loathsomely he twists his fingers!
After this interval of two years' silence, and having emerged from the wonder-child to the young artiste, she recommenced her studies under M. Strakosch, and very soon afterward was engaged to sing on a regular stage.
Before he had finished teaching a heavy policeman the lessons of the sky, I knew that I had found my wonder-child." "You followed him?" "I captured him in the midst of a group of emaciated little girls in the shadow of Lord Nelson. All the childish crowd was looking upward, and every eye was completely round over each widely-opened mouth, while paper-cap repeated his formula.
A sudden impulse, a sudden fear, had led him into sin. A strange fancy had whispered to him, "What if that boy buried by the wall yonder should be the wonder-child, the ragamuffin who looked at the rainbow, the sea urchin, the spectre haunting your guest?" How unlikely that was! And yet ships go far, and the human fate is often mysteriously sad.
The wife of Professor Carus charmed him by her singing and inspired various songs. At her house he met the noted piano teacher, Friedrich Wieck, and thus began an acquaintance of strange vicissitude and strange power for torment and delight. Wieck, who was then forty-three, chiefly lived in the career of his wonder-child, a pianist, Clara Josephine Wieck.
Always a boy with me your poor old mother your only girl. That's a fear I suffer with, Leon to lose you to a girl! That's how selfish the mother of such a wonder-child like mine can get to be." "All right. Trying to get me married off again. Nice! Fine!" "Is it any wonder I suffer, son? Twenty-one years to have kept you by me a child.
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