Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the center which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

“Una donna deve avere soldi e una stanza suoi propri se vuole scrivere romanzi.”

“So I have to create the whole thing afresh for myself each time. Probably all w…”

“First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissol…”

“...(for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)...”