Meanwhile the guitar-player had begun a solo to his own accompaniment,
a street-ballad popular throughout Italy. It had several strophes, and
the entire company joined each time in the refrain, all singing and
playing, while he managed to give a plastic and dramatic twist to the
performance. Of slight build, with thin and impoverished features, he
stood on the gravel, apart from his companions, in an attitude of
insolent bravado, his shabby felt hat on the back of his head so that a
bunch of his red hair jutted out from under the brim. And to the
thrumming of the strings he flung his jokes up at the terrace in a
penetrating recitative; while the veins were swelling on his forehead
from the exertion of his performance. He did not seem of Venetian stock,
but rather of the race of Neapolitan comedians, half pimp, half
entertainer, brutal and audacious, dangerous and amusing. His song was
stupid enough so far as the words went; but in his mouth, by his
gestures, the movements of his body, his way of blinking significantly
and letting the tongue play across his lips, it acquired something
ambiguous, something vaguely repulsive. In addition to the customary
civilian dress, he was wearing a sport shirt; and his skinny neck
protruded above the soft collar, baring a noticeably large and active
Adam's-apple. He was pale and snub-nosed. It was hard to fix an age to
his beardless features, which seemed furrowed with grimaces and
depravity; and the two wrinkles standing arrogantly, harshly, almost
savagely between his reddish eyebrows were strangely suited to the smirk
on his mobile lips. Yet what really prompted the lonely man to pay him
keen attention was the observation that the questionable figure seemed
also to provide its own questionable atmosphere. For each time they came
to the refrain the singer, amid buffoonery and familiar handshakes,
began a grotesque circular march which brought him immediately beneath
Aschenbach's place; and each time this happened there blew up to the
terrace from his clothes and body a strong carbolic smell.
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