Johann Strauss Whom I Sought Again A blizzard blows up in the Vienna sky in the beginning of April, waltzing gloriously tapping me on the solar plexus. Johann Strauss, shivering out in the cold rubbing shoulders with Kim So-Wall and T. S. Eliot, the fixed stars in the sky far awy, I will look for him first off on my part, definitely first off. I hear you were determined while alive to frisk arou..
