Nothing is Lost by Addition: of Cherubs and Anthems
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Forty years ago this month, I had my first argument with the first girl I ever loved. On the very same afternoon she gave me my very first real kiss, Bettina Sonnleithner told me I had terrible taste in architecture. I was 16, spending a month visiting my Austrian grandmother in Vienna. My father’s mother gave English lessons, and she asked a series of her students to show me around the city over the course of my visit. Bettina was the second of those students I met, and after a day with her, I had no desire to meet anyone else. Bettina was a few weeks my senior, and I was instantly smitten. She was less enraptured, but I managed to win her interest, at least for a few happy days.
Nothing is Lost by Addition: of Cherubs and Anthems
Nothing is Lost by Addition: of Cherubs and…
Nothing is Lost by Addition: of Cherubs and Anthems
Forty years ago this month, I had my first argument with the first girl I ever loved. On the very same afternoon she gave me my very first real kiss, Bettina Sonnleithner told me I had terrible taste in architecture. I was 16, spending a month visiting my Austrian grandmother in Vienna. My father’s mother gave English lessons, and she asked a series of her students to show me around the city over the course of my visit. Bettina was the second of those students I met, and after a day with her, I had no desire to meet anyone else. Bettina was a few weeks my senior, and I was instantly smitten. She was less enraptured, but I managed to win her interest, at least for a few happy days.