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THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET

Yes?

Do you know, she sang and danced in the market places. [The old man loses himself in his memories] Alza! Ola! Lord! How the whole world used to go crazy about her! Vaya. Gitana there with the castanets, you see. I was young then, and she was

a gypsy.

Quite so. A gypsy. Nothing but fire. Ah, God! One cannot forget. Would you believe that a man never comes to his senses? I’ve been a fool ever since.

Oh.

I’m an idiot, lady. I am Hauk the idiot—No!—What’s the word?

Feeble-minded?

Quite so. [He nods a thanks to the Baron] Feeble-minded. I left everything there with her. I didn’t live afterwards. It was just half without her. But come! [He rises unsteadily