o myself I e lig among tals, not yet. I ill, as ever, on torturing complexities. I , no endurable resting place. t be an end of it.

    In t mirror, ood opposite me.  appear to be very flouris niged t t t t er.  laugerrors for s, given a feurity. I looked for a long time at ill kne resemblance to teen aken off o  uries older since t teel  and discussed Kris learning.  doorcars, and slept ered Mozart and Goetime and rents in realitys disguise, t ill. And suppose  ty cill . On then, old harry, old weary loon.

    Bater taste of life! I spat at o splinters. I   so many glo one noer. as not to a masked ball? ogetill to be done. ed me. A strange marriage it o be, and a sorro  bore me on, drearily bore me on, a slave, a wolf-man. Bahe devil!

    I stopped at t door. So far ed yout!

    I opened it.  I saiful picture. On a rug on tiful iful Pablo, side by side in a sleep of deep exion after loves play. Beautiful, beautiful figures, lovely pictures,  breast iful, gleaming teeto t. t over e and delicate skin. I le differently. As it . I only cctle moment in pain and deep  occurred to me. t I o s  t again of turned a little to one side, and from  to  I sae s seemed t it   remember. till.

    For long I looked at  last I urned to go. tretcretc, ake anyturned over a corner of t so t t silently out of tayed te fore ttle parted. s delicate perfume and t glimmered ttle shell-like ear.

    ared and did not kno all ,  o it? I kne ted mouttle aring mouttle red upon a mask