And for that reason, at two o'clock in the night, when THE
SPARROWS, a cozy students' restaurant, had barely closed, and all
the eight, excited by alcohol and the plentiful food, had come out
of the smoky, fumy underground place into the street, into the
sweet, disquieting darkness of the night, with its beckoning fires
in the sky and on the earth, with its warm, heady air, from which
the nostrils dilate avidly, with its aromas, gliding from unseen
gardens and flower-beds,--the head of each one of them was aflame
and the heart quietly and languishingly yearning from vague
desires. It was joyous and arrogant to sense after the rest the
new, fresh strength in all the sinews, the deep breathing of the
lungs, the red, resilient blood in the veins, the supple obedience
of all the members. And--without words, without thoughts, without
consciousness--one was drawn on this night to be running without
raiment in the somnolent forest, to be sniffing hurriedly the
tracks of some one's feet on the dewy grass, with a loud call to
be summoning a female unto one's self.
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