When you came in, I seemed to waken, I turned to flame, felt faint and shaken, And in my heart I cried: It's him!" (Wants to approach her, but at that very moment, the 1st ARCHIVAL YOUTH, to the strains of a Ritornelle
, quickly flaring up and then fading away, invites her to dance.
But sometimes his thoughts get fuzzy, he lets his guard down and a complacent, cheerful demon takes over and he coochie coos her stomach with a feather and makes funny faces--the same thing happens to writers, musicians, artists and other sorcerers--and then, still caught in the vicious cycle, in the ritornelle
, his critic's eye eludes him and he sees only what he wants to see.