Morte a Venezia1971

Gustav von Aschenbach:
I remember when we once had one of those

Gustav von Aschenbach:
in my father's house. The aperture through which the sand runs is so tiny that first it seems as if the level in the upper glass never changes. To our eyes, it appears that the sand runs out only, only at the end. And until it does, it's not worth thinking about. Till the last moment when there is no more time... when there's no more time left to think about it.