We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe
that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie
asleep.

“Not as oneself did one find rest ever, in her experience (she accomplished here…”

“Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.”

“I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to …”

“Ora abbandonerò tutto; ora mollerò gli ormeggi. Ora libererò il desiderio frena…”