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The composer surely wished to express his feeling of being the last survivor of a vanished world\, a ghost among ghosts.

“…But what good is it to make plans and think about the future? This evening, the clock in the hallway still rings the hours in crystalline tones. It watches over your childish slumber and protects you, like the lights, blinking, over there, near the Islands.”

“I’ve aged, haven’t I?”
He had. His face had narrowed and his skin had acquired a grayish cast. He had lost his beautiful blond hair.
“Not really,” I said.