The Story of a Puppet Or the Adventures of Pinocchio

There is really too much noise and nothing can be heard. From the tables in the large dining saloon of the Prinz Regent Luitpold the medley of sounds comes as from a telephone, with alternate tulness and intervals of quiet, and in scattered masses, like cloud rising and subsiding before a whirlwind. Every table serves as a nucleus for its own nebula, and the fringes get mixed with that next to it. English, French, Italian float in the air, intermingle, allowing for an instant some polite predomi