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On New Year’s eve, Faustus sits in his gloomy study, pondering the sunset which he sees by its glorious inference upon the frosted panes of his mullioned windows, illuminating each glass square, gleaming traced patterns of sheaves of ice, like fern leaves impressed in amberous light, a gilt on each pane, glowing so richly that he is mesmerized to stare at them.Music excerpt is Sonata No. 1 for Solo Violin in G Minor, BWV 1001: I. Adagio