I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.

“Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solit…”

“now that one was mature then, said Peter, one could watch, one could understand…”

“She was off like a bird, bullet, or arrow, impelled by what desire, shot by who…”

“You have been marking the passages that seem to approve of your own character.”