On the twenty-seventh of January, nineteen hundred and ten, in the Imperial Museum of Budapest, 1 just happened to be boking at my right hand, which was casually resting on this sockel, when 1 had the strange impression that it no longer belonged to me.
Fortunately, this feeling disappeared as soon as an attendant put a marble bust back in its rightful position in so mechanical a fashion that he failed to see the five fingers of a visitor lost in thought.