The two women are, as ever, the very epitome of restrained
sexuality, and what really amazed me was the pregnant one walking through the
cloisters. I usually think pregnant women look merely lumpy and unbalanced, but
she looked like she’d stepped straight off the set of The Wicker Man.
More than that: I’ve never heard the German language sound
so lyrical, the bald guy with the big drum looked like my kind of guy for a change,
and I definitely want a hurdy gurdy and a top hat. Pity about the neo-Boy
George singer whose study-in-effete fell somewhat short of counterpointing the
full blooded femininity of the women, but they do say that true perfection is
defined by the single imperfection, so I suppose we can let that one go.
The title, by the way, means ‘this cold night.’ I looked it
up.
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