Viviana was dancing in the middle of the floor, for the benefit of all, but her eyes were on me. At the centre of my brain there was a little she-gnome, conceived purely by my own enchanted imagination, around which was slowly forming an envelope of love, of falling-in-love-ness, and this she-gnome was dancing to the rhythm of Viviana’s swaying. I was like a little boy watching the movements of his mother, suffocated by veneration...

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