^* A naked couple, a celastic two-figure puppet, perhaps ten inches high, the figures in an X, barely perceptible, make love toward the top of a green breathing hill in a supremely lovely scene of a swamp maple shedding its leaves (The Difficult Life of Uncle Fatso, March, 1970). Neither love nor lust: “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower drives my young blood: that blasts the roots of trees is my destroyer.” This scene is unique in Schumann's theatre, and was removed after several performances.