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At the Crossroads of the SensesMain MenuAt the Crossroads of the Senses – Digital CompanionVisualizing the Table of ContentsVisualizing Synaeshesia as ConstellationSynaesthesia TimelineSynaesthesia Science and Art: Introduction and Chapters 1–2Vision: Chapter 3 - SalomeMusic: Chapter 4 - ScriabinColor-Sounds & Visual Music: Chapter 5 - KandinskyColor-Forms, Sounds & Motion: Chapters 6–7 - Kupka and BelyTouch: Chapters 8–9 - RilkeThe Lower Senses: Scent, Taste & TouchEpilogue: The Afterlife of Synaesthesia – Neurodiversity, Visualizations, ConstellationsPolina Dimovae3cc21567714201b2dd4d0a2c7acf46b8dd6ea1c
How sweet the air is here! I can breathe here! [...] Ah! how I loathe the Romans! They are rough and common, and they give themselves the airs of noble lords. --- HEROD
I will stay here! Manesseh, lay carpets there. Light torches, bring forth the ivory tables, and the tables of jasper. The air here is delicious. I will drink more wine with my guests. We must show all honours to the ambassadors of Cæsar. --- HEROD
Yes; the air is delicious. Come, Herodias, our guests await us. --- HEROD
I tell you there is a wind that blows.... And I hear in the air something that is like the beating of wings, like the beating of vast wings. Do you not hear it? --- HEROD
Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes; I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. --- HEROD
Even to the half of my kingdom. Thou wilt be passing fair as a queen, Salomé, if it please thee to ask for the half of my kingdom. Will she not be fair as a queen? Ah! it is cold here! There is an icy wind, and I hear ... wherefore do I hear in the air this beating of wings? --- HEROD [...] HEROD
Even to the half of my kingdom. Thou wilt be passing fair as a queen, Salomé, if it please thee to ask for the half of my kingdom. Will she not be fair as a queen? Ah! it is cold here! There is an icy wind, and I hear ... wherefore do I hear in the air this beating of wings? --- SALOMÉ [...] Well, Jokanaan, I still live, but thou, thou art dead, and thy head belongs to me. I can do with it what I will. I can throw it to the dogs and to the birds of the air. That which the dogs leave, the birds of the air shall devour....