There exists a letter written to an intimate friend in 1846, soon after the translation of strauss was finished, which, I should say, already shows the future novelist in embryo.
"George Eliot"
Mathilde Blind
Softened, but distinctly audible, the sound of hopping and gliding feet reaches her ears, while, now sadly caressing and anon merrily careless, the strains of a strauss waltz float on the air.
"Erlach Court"
Ossip Schubin
Had strauss developed courage or gone to the far East when young-Illowski would shrug his high shoulders, gnaw his cigarette and exclaim, "Who knows?"
"Melomaniacs"
James Huneker
