Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else - and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
An image is a stop the mind makes between uncertainties.
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.
What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.