But the war woke me up, I began to move left, and recent events have accelerated that move until it is now a hurtle.

[…]out on the brightly lighted plazoleta she could almost see Sigmund and Siglinda clasping in an eternal unseverable embrace, as she had seen them from the wings of the opera[…]

Figuring out how it would work logistically is above and beyond my pay grade and my brain power.

We shall resume our studies later on; but just now I am tired of playing the preceptor; and the eager thirst of my pupils for improvement does not console me for the slowness of their progress.