not tonight Josephine.

in an army's strength therein
lies the denouement. From
here you're haunting me. By
the Seine so beautiful, only
not to be of use-- impossible.

so strange, victory- 1200 spires
the only sound, Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream
Vienna seems, only not to be of use- impossible.

in the last extremity -- to
advance or not to advance- I
hear you laughing

even still you're calling me
"not tonight, not tonight

not tonight"

Josephine