Vienna 2 / Narrative 2 (Jakob's Symphony)

Tell me, Franz. What if the Zeitung’s jiggly Jew marries an angel? Might not we two rubbing our wings together like cherubic crickets make the music of the spheres?

For a symphony, Franz, you need three things—voices, a form as finely proportioned as the human body, and a supple skin. Ah skin, there’s the rub that puts Art and Eros, Engel and Eva athwart.