Vienna 1 / Narrative 2 (Hinterland)

Ooo, Bettina, a hinterlander! And what is it precisely that I have to fear? A gypsy with an evil eye? A Jew with a golem at his beck? A goat-man spawned in the rocks of the Tyrol, cloven hoofed, horns in his ringlets?

Give me your hand, dear Bettina, and I will whisper you what has captivated me. The long noble forehead that in candlelight shines like sounding brass: Tara! Tara! . . . Davisohn! . . . Davisohn!