We found ourselves once more in that great, dimly lit, and dirty hall, all sleepy human hubbub and incoherent confusion. But as soon as we had pushed our way through that human throng, the gigantic, pale sky-blue curtain loomed before us, like the sky of another firmament. Great pink-painted masks with puffed out cheeks were undulating on its enormous canvas expanse.
il. to The Cinnamon Shops by B. Schulz