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By His Monstrous Way Of Life He Seemed To Have Put Himself Beyond The Limits Of Reality. Nothing Moved Him Or Spoke To Him From The Real World Unless He Heard It In An Echo Of The Infuriated Cries Within Him.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

Too Excited To Be Genuinely Happy

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?

Love (understood As The Desire Of Good For Another) Is In Fact So Unnatural A Phenomenon That It Can Scarcely Repeat Itself The Soul Being Unable To Become Virgin Again And Not Having Energy Enough To Cast Itself Out Again Into The Ocean Of Another S Soul.