Vienna 2 / Narrative 3 (Franz's Frieze)

Marry Eva, Jakob, and I will paint a frieze that runs from the primordial protoplasm to the two of you, crown of evolution, shell and bone, antenna and eye, Eva’s as chatoyant as a moonlit Sargasso, yours as sheeny and impenetrable as obsidian.

And in the final panels what has yet only been imagined—a bright band of angelic substance, androgynous, self-coupled and therefore free of desire. Imagine that, Master of Music, free of desire!