This piquant body was so freely exhibited that his eyes soon knew every
line and posture. He was continually rediscovering with new pleasure all
this familiar beauty, and his astonishment at its delicate appeal to his
senses was unending. The boy was called to greet a guest who was paying
his respects to the ladies at the bathing house. He came running,
running wet perhaps out of the water, tossed back his curls, and as he
held out his hand, resting on one leg and raising his other foot on the
toes, the set of his body was delightful; it had a charming expectancy
about it, a well-meaning shyness, a winsomeness which showed his
aristocratic training. . . . He lay stretched full length, his bath
towel slung across his shoulders, his delicately chiselled arm supported
in the sand, his chin in his palm; the boy called Jaschu was squatting
near him and making up to him--and nothing could be more enchanting than
the smile of his eyes and lips when the leader glanced up at his
inferior, his servant. . . . He stood on the edge of the sea, alone,
apart from his people, quite near to Aschenbach--erect, his hands locked
across the back of his neck, he swayed slowly on the balls of his feet,
looked dreamily into the blueness of sea and sky, while tiny waves
rolled up and bathed his feet. His honey-coloured hair clung in rings
about his neck and temples. The sun made the down on his back glitter;
the fine etching of the ribs, the symmetry of the chest, were emphasized
by the tightness of the suit across the buttocks. His arm-pits were
still as smooth as those of a statue; the hollows of his knees
glistened, and their bluish veins made his body seem built of some
clearer stuff. What rigour, what precision of thought, were expressed in
this erect, youthfully perfect body! Yet the pure and strenuous will
which, darkly at work, could bring such godlike sculpture to the
light--was not he, the artist, familiar with this? Did it not operate in
him too when he, under the press of frugal passions, would free from the
marble mass of speech some slender form which he had seen in the mind
and which he put before his fellows as a statue and a mirror of
intellectual beauty?
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