Concerning the Flaming-Fucking-Fury, a Foreshadowing of Something Yet to Come In a market square with church towers rising high above the roofs of magnificent houses and a huge, ornately decorated town hall, people were strolling about, dressed in old-fashioned clothing-women in wide ankle-length skirts and white embroidered blouses with ruffs at the neck and puffed sleeves stitched with silk thread, and men in long trousers tucked into boots topped with silver buckles or in short breeches revealing stockings that clung tightly to their calves and festive shirts, waistcoats, and long colorful coats, with elegant hats on their heads. Along the winding streets paved with cobblestones, shaded by the wealthy burghers’ three-story townhouses that had Dutch-style granaries on the upper floors and beautiful red-tiled roofs on which pigeons and sparrows contentedly perched for hours on end, cats were sauntering lazily, heading toward the market to try to snatch some scraps from the butchers’ stalls.…