"You must needs have wished to die, to know how good it is to live."
Well, this was fantastic.
There were draggy parts in the middle of the book, which is my only minor complaint. But the intricate plot and the characters are outstanding. And the ending ... I loved it. What a book!
Not even the concierge had seen the man´s face, either when he was coming or going out. In winter he buried his chin in one of those red scarves that high-class coachmen wear while they are waiting for their masters to leave the theatre; in summer he was always blowing his nose just at the moment when he might have been seen going in front of the lodge. It must be said that, contrary to all usual practice, this inhabitant was not being spied on by anone and that the rumour going around that his alias disguised a most eminent personage - and one who could pull lots of strings - had led people to respect the mystery of his coming and goings.
I wonder who that guy is ... ;)
ETA: Never mind. It´s not the count.
Almost all were young men who had been forcibly struck by [...] death and who, despite the cold mist of the century and the prosaic spirit of the age, felt the elegiac poetry of this beautiful, chaste, young woman, struck down in her prime.
I don´t think it can get anymore dramatic than this.
Went back to the Count and, oh my godness, this suddenly became so intense. Unbelievable. The count, though ...
... is a complete jerk. I liked him at the beginning of the book, I pitied him. But now...
I cannot wait to get back to this in the afternoon.
I think the grand finale has just started:
One down, three more to go. I´m actually not sure, though, how many people are on his list. But there are four for sure.
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