The streamers of my consciousness waver out and are perpetually torn and distressed by their disorder.

“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.”

“Straightening himself and stealthily fingering his pocket-knife he started afte…”

“What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what…”

“Любов и религия!, помисли си Клариса на път за салона; цялата трепереше. Отврат…”