Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.
A strange girl, all phosphorous and cantharides, burning with every desire! And burning with every vice!
To dream! Such dreams certainly make life more worth living… and only dreams can do that for me.
You see, the strangeness of my case is that now I no longer fear the invisible, I’m terrified by reality.
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