She was therefore quite certain that the poet could have been conceived only on a particular sunny summer morning behind a huge boulder picturesquely silhouetted against a gree valley traditionally favored by the citizens of Prague for Sunday outings.
Pt. 1, Ch. 1, P. 1

But she was wrong if she thought that Jaromil had not appreciated the gift. He, too, did not know what to say, but he was not dissatified.
Pt. 1, Ch. 3, P. 18

The owner of the dog inspected the drawings with pleasure; then he observed that it was precisely the combination of animal head and human body which he found so bewitching.
Pt. 1, Ch. 6, P. 30

The artist whispered into this inert body's ear, "Yes, it is mad. Love is either madness or nothing at all."
Pt. 1, Ch. 8, P. 41

Magda straightened up, stepped over to the mirror (he saw her profile) , looked at herself for a while, then turned...