it may happen that he sends a letter in verse, a mag-ni-fi-cent one, but which afterward he might wish to bring back with the tears of his whole life, for the sense of beauty is violated.

“He read himself silly!”

“… mas agora… para mim não basta termos bebido juntos, Aleksei Ivánovitch, preci…”

“I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liv…”

“Whoever has experienced the power and the unrestrained ability to humiliate ano…”