Three Blue Macaws (from the Series “Types of Animals in Schönbrunn”) [Drei blaue Aras (Aus der Serie „Schönbrunner Tiertypen“)]

Leopard (from the Series “Types of Animals in Schönbrunn”) [Leopard (Aus der Serie „Schönbrunner Tiertypen“)]

Flamingos (from the Series “Types of Animals in Schönbrunn”) [Flamingos (Aus der Serie „Schönbrunner Tiertypen“)]

Marabous (from the Series “Types of Animals in Schönbrunn”) [Marabus (Aus der Serie „Schönbrunner Tiertypen“)]

Lion’s Head (from the Series “Types of Animals in Schönbrunn”) [Löwenkopf (Aus der Serie „Schönbrunner Tiertypen“)]

The Blue-stockings 14: Devilish bawling child, go!..

The Blue-stockings 11: Take that further away... impossible to work..

The Blue-stockings 13: － Sir, excuse me if I inconvenience you a little... but you understand that I’m now writing a new novel, and I need to consult a multitude of old authors!... －(The Gentleman, aside) Old authors!... Heavens, she should have consulted them while they were alive, for she must have been their contemporary!..

The Blue-stockings 23: The artist has represented me at the moment when I am writing..

PARISIANS TYPES 29: Discomfort in talking to people who have a mania for putting thier story into action. －Yes dear Sir, do you think that the rrrrascal was allowed to laugh in my face. You know I won't stand for that. So, I punched him... there, like that, do you see, and I shook you... there, like that... vigorously

The Blue-stockings 22: The blue-stocking declaiming her play －Act 6 Scene 1... the theatre shows a tiger asleep in the desert... Rosalba barely drags herself forward, and does so with even greater difficulty because of her five children and her aged father: －Rosalba falls at the foot of a date-palm covered with coconuts, and cries in despair: Oh heaven, when will our torments finish. －The entire audience (in a low voice): ‘and ours, too, when will they finish, oh heaven!’

(Left) The little village on the far mountainside was already out of sight, and spring was coming around again. The grape trees were like large ailing snakes creeping under the coping stones of the wall. A brown light moved about in the tepid air. The void created by the selfsame every day is likely to chop down even the young trees that were left behind. In this everyday life, a thicket of trees protrudes like a boulder. (Right) The village I lived in has never been thought of as so small. The sun showed itself. The tall poplar forest looks like a beach being blown about by the wind. I grow dizzy just watching that seamless succession. If I can manage to get drunk on this succession of unchanging days, I can also grow to feel like I have taken down an elephant or snake. He differentiated things in this way, like a fluttering butterfly