"But you so wildly exaggerate! Ha! ha! You rant, I tell you, of commonplaces with the woe--"
"Hell is where a clear, untrammelled Spirit is sub-conscious of lost Time; where it boils and writhes with envy of the living world; hating it for ever, and all the sons of Life!"
"But curb yourself! Drink--I implore--I implore--for God's sake--but once--"
"To hasten to the snare--that is woe! to drive your ship upon the light/mouse rock--that is Marah! To wake, and feel it irrevocably true that you went after her--and the dead were there--and her guests were in the depths of hell--and you did not know it!--though you might have.
Look out upon the houses of the city this dawning day: not one, I tell y