s pardon for days after.

    No, I am sure  taken ill alive, and somerange ares some floors and carefully tended araucarias, sits for days in libraries and nigaverns, or lying on a ens to t   killed ill tells  o drink tful suffering in  to t it is of t die. I ten.  made life lig t of fostering strengtrary! But I am not  a solid one, filled ies. And so ionately, my aunt and I. So say of  t lies buried in .

    And no o tly diseased, partly beautiful, and tful fantasies, I must confess t if to my  kno certainly . But oo my acquaintance o some extent, to understand to appreciate tate to s ted case of a diseased temperament. But I see somet of times, for  tricity of a single individual, but times t generation to  by no means attacks t, ratrongest in spirit and ric in gifts.

    ttle of real life may lie at t an attempt to disguise or to palliate times. ttempt to present tself in its actual manifestation. terally, a journey times fearful, sometimes courageous journey taken ermination to go to to give battle to co suffer torture to the full.

    A remark of o terpretation. o me once ;tent. A man of test t-day life as someture, every custom and tradition s os os orengts beauties and ugliness; accepts certain sufferings as matters of course, puts up patiently ain evils. o real suffering, to ures and religions overlap. A man of to live in medieval times e miserably just as a savage does in t of our civilisation. Noimes  it loses all poo understand itself and andard, no sec