[Transcription/translation] A DIALOGUE WITH DEATH Death: (Skeleton in top-hat and overcoat walks into my studio) How do you do? Me: (Terrified and trembling, I try to speak but can’t make a sound.) Death: Why such horror, why such frightful fear, when you spend so much time preoccupied with me, when you’ve been drawing me and carrying me around in your thoughts since childhood? I’m flattered that you’ve never forgotten me and I’m almost inclined to believe that you’ve fallen in love with me and wanted to welcome me with… Me: (Interrupting) Get out, Death, get out! Death: Do calm down, …
Death: (Becoming quite grave) No sooner do you think you’ve escaped the present danger