The soul is a magician. Only living flesh hampers it.

“and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event”

“I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.”

“He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portra…”

“Pale beauty stands aghast,” he said, “at the vulgar ugliness of men.”