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...Water slapped gurgling against wood and stone. The gondolier's cry, half warning, half salute, was answered with singular accord from far within the silence of the labyrinth.
Thomas Mann, Stories of Three Decades, "Death in Venice," Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1936, p. 421.
PLACE: Venice
TIME: 1910
A solemn stillness reigned here, such as it is the ambition of all large hotels to achieve. The waiters moved on noiseless feet. A rattling of tea-things, a whispered word--and no other sounds.
Thomas Mann, Stories of Three Decades, "Death in Venice," Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1936, p. 399.
PLACE: Venice
TIME: 1910
It grew still and stiller all about. No sound but the splash of the oars, the hollow slap of the wave against the steep, black, halbert-shaped beak of the vessel, and one sound more -- a muttering by fits and starts, expressed as it were by the motion of his arms, from the lips of the gondolier.
Thomas Mann, Stories of Three Decades, "Death in Venice," Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 1936, p. 393.
PLACE: Venice
TIME: 1910
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