an evening for himself alone. Uncertainty can easily become his lot. The question groping in the dark this time cannot hide its unmistakable lines in the play with its nature — a play he enters into with it.

Does he have a unique moment before his eyes?
A deception, preferred to a dull acquaintance?

Again a staged scene, for him alone. What could still hold him back, who knows every gloss — it does not dusk on him.