November Night – Goethe’s Faust

Auerbach Cellar

They followed the others into the smoky, disreputable cafe. Gloomy, who had already ordered champagne, dropped lazily down on a sofa. Lauscher was chalking his billiard cue. The stranger picked up another. He played brilliantly.

November Night, Hermann Hesse

Mephistopheles:
Now, first of all, ’tis necessary

To show you people making merry,
That you may see how lightly life can run.
Each day to this small folk’s a feast of fun;
Not over-witty, self-contented,
Still round and round in circle-dance they whirl,
As with their tails young kittens twirl.
If with no headache they’re tormented,
Nor dunned by landlord for his pay,
They’re careless, unconcerned, and gay.

Faust: A Tragedy, Goethe

Auerbach’s Cellar, Graphic weekly (1875)

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