"Now play the Danse Macabre," cried Nichi, to Von Hammer....
"I can't do it without a violin accompaniment."
"Try it for me ... and I shall dance the Dance of Death for you."
Von Hammer said he would do his best ... after much persuasion and a few more drinks....
And Nichi Swartzman danced....
We saw, though we did not know it, the origin of modern futurist dancing there. Nichi danced with his street clothes on ... wearing his hat, in ghoulish rakishness, tipped down over his eyes ... inter-wreathing his cane with his long, skeletal, twisting legs and arms ... his eyes gleaming cat-like through merest slits....
At three o'clock in the morning we were all drunk. Before we parted we joined in singing shakily but enthusiastically Down in Bohemia Land.
Meunier, fulfilling his promise to me, paid my fare to New York. I soon walked into the office of the National Magazine.
Clara Martin was there, and Allsworth Lephil, the managing editor, and his assistant Galusha Siddon.