Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder.
I sob, I sob.

“Lei sapeva che cosa le mancava. Non era la bellezza, non era l'intelligenza. Er…”

“And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride…”

“I am one who will force himself to desert these windy and moonlit territories, …”

“For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.”