Men Ruin Themselves Headlong For Unworthy Women.

Except In This Ignorant And Material Century, Men Have Always Worn Precious Stuffs And Beautiful Colours As Well As Women.

The Evening Advanced. The Shadows Lengthened. The Waters Of The Lake Grew Pitchy Black. The Gliding Of The Ghostly Swans Became Rare And More Rare.

I Haven't Much Time To Be Fond Of Anything. But When I Have A Moment's Fondness To Bestow, Most Times The Roses Get It.

The Horrid Mystery Hanging Over Us In This House Gets Into My Head Like Liquor, And Makes Me Wild.

I Am A Bundle Of Nerves Dressed Up To Look Like A Man!