Shops display Christmas lights but shoppers are few in the Depression. There are Salvationists and Santa Clauses in the wind at street corners. The Goths had less to lose materially but Farness does not know about spiritually.
"Laurie and I went walking in Central Park. March gusted boisterous around us. A few patches of snow lingered, otherwise grass had started to green. Shrubs and trees were in bud. Beyond those boughs, the city towers gleamed newly washed by weather, on into a blueness where some clouds held a regatta. The chill was just enough to make blood tingle.
"Lost in my private winter, I scarcely noticed." (1935, p. 422)
Between December 1934 and March 1935, we have read about the years, 348-366, including the original of the Rhinegold and the conflict that it causes. Farness' mood remains wintry.
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