Ankyra Sound lieder und gesänge

kierkegaard did not evince a singular bit of delight at, in mahler's opinion, a selfless offer of time investment. rather than irritating the musiker, however, he found himself seized with an internal swell of glee at the stoic nature of their kind. to show excitement was the jester-trick of any beast — to remain steadfast was a mark of an intellect for which mahler had no name.
he supped a bit at his own table before sitting up, turning aside the bone-studded carcass with a lazy gesture of his broad dark paw. "you are to be a father, yes?" mahler began, in as conversational a tone as was easy for him. which was to say a warmer monotone than before. it was also what he wished to use as a signal to kierkegaard he wished to begin the pale warrior's reeducation immediately. "ven you answer, say ich werde bald vater sein."
a pause, an engaging cup of his ears. "please, of course. ven you are ready, kierkegaard."