icture-y. t  pretty of you. I  least, you did it from jealousy ely, you did not knoo do  you ter. ell, you ter next time.quot;

    ook  once so toy figure and put coat pocket from te.

    Its s and  aroma. I felt ed, and ready to sleep for a whole year.

    I understood it all. I understood Pablo. I understood Mozart, and some. A glimpse of its meaning irred my reason and I ermined to begin ts tortures once more and s its senselessness. I raverse not once more, but often, the hell of my inner being.

    One day I ter  to lauging for me, and Mozart too.