not tonight josephine.

in an army's strength therein

lies the denouement. From

here you're haunting me. By

the Seine so beautiful, only

not to be of use-- impossible.

so strange, victory- 1200 spires

the only sound, moscow burning.

empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream

Vienna seems, only not to be of use- impossible.

in the last extremity -- to

advance or not to advance- I

hear you laughing

even still you're calling me

"not tonight, not tonight

not tonight"

Josephine