Well, there’s always what the French call a coup de foudre, literally a bolt of lightning. Not always presaging an actual obsession, like von Aschenbach’s reaction to Tazzio on the Venice lido, sometimes only curiously stubborn memory of someone perhaps little more than glimpsed. . . .
Well, there’s always what the French call a coup de foudre, literally a bolt of lightning. Not always presaging an actual obsession, like von Aschenbach’s reaction to Tazzio on the Venice lido, sometimes only curiously stubborn memory of someone perhaps little more than glimpsed. . . .