HOW A PLAY IS PRODUCED
iron chair behind the scenes. Just at this moment a love scene is being cooed on the stage. So the superfluous author steals off on tiptoe; making the boards creak in a ghostly manner, and it is with difficulty that he finds his way through the labyrinth of passages to the exit, where he flees into the open air. It is night. A few people are hurrying through the streets thinking of Heaven knows what; the trams ring their bells; life murmurs in the distance. In the coolness of the peaceful night the author’s heart aches. He feels himself alone, more alone than he has ever felt himself before in his life—just on the evening of his fame too!
If only it were all over!
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