The Merry Acropolitan Burns Athens

Apollo's Lyre

Then I saw the keyboard of an organ which filled one whole side of the walls. On the desk was a music-book covered with red notes. I asked leave to look at it and read, 'Don Juan Triumphant.'

The scrying pool

You will be sentenced by a feeding frenzy of your peers

Rotwang

A found poem

Valmeras loved Raymonde's melancholy charm
She put the gun to her shoulder, calmly took aim and fired
Two huge letters, each perhaps a foot long, appeared cut in relief in the granite of the floor
'We're going out now. What do you think of my cockle-shell, Beautrelet?'

Encased, the grim-faced guardian