- Another city will be found, a better one than this. Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate; and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried. How long will my mind remain in this wasteland. Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look I see black ruins of my life here,
- Let them not seek to discover who I was from all that I have done and said. An obstacle was there that transformed the deeds and the manner of my life. An obstacle was there that stopped me many times when I was about to speak. Only from my most imperceptible deeds and my most covert writings-- from these alone will they understand me. But perhaps it isn't worth exerting such care and such effort for them to know me. Later, in the more perfect society, surely some other person created like me will appear and act freely. Like beautiful bodies of the dead, who had not grown old and they shut them with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet --that is how desires look that have passed without fultillment; without one of them having achieved a night of sensual delight, or a moonlit morn.
You're just so darling, I could eat you.
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