"He had never been so aware that Eros is in the word as during those perilously precious hours when, at his crude table under the canopy . . . listening to the music of his voice, he followed Tadzio's beauty in the forming of his little tract, a page and a half of choice prose which was soon to excite the admiration of many through its clarity, its poise, and the vigorous curve of its emotion."
---Thomas Mann, Death In Venice
The disregard you both showed them---Tadzio
and Jaschu---at the climax of novel and
film dishonors all of us who applaud their
summer love; in my opinion; plain failure
of humane respect.
J-Called