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

“Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflection…”

“But if sleep it was, of what nature, we can scarcely refrain from asking, are s…”

“Ransack the language as he might, words failed him. He wanted another landscape…”

“Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless t…”