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Well, As Everyone Knows, Once Witchcraft Gets Started, There's No Stopping It.

The Hope That There She Would Manage To Regain Her Happiness Made Her Fearless

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

But Worse Things Were About To Be Found In The Bedroom: On The Jeweller’s Wife’s Ottoman, In A Casual Pose, Sprawled A Third Party- Namely, A Black Cat Of Uncanny Size, With A Glass Of Vodka In One Paw And A Fork, On Which He Had Managed To Spear A Pickled Mushroom, In The Other. , The Master And Magarita

What's The Use Of Dying In A Ward Surrounded By A Lot Of Groaning And Croaking Incurables? Wouldn't It Be Much Better To Throw A Party With That Twenty-seven Thousand And Take Poison And Depart For The Other World To The Sound Of Violins, Surrounded By Lovely Drunken Girls And Happy Friends?