We Ought To Have Lived In Mental

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

This Hobble Of Being Alive Is Rather Serious, Don’t You Think So?

But His Dreams Were As Gigantic As His Surroundings Were Small.

I Agree To The Conditions, Angel; Because You Know Best What My Punishment Ought To Be; Only - Only - Don't Make It More Than I Can Bear!

Clare Had Studied The Curves Of Those Lips So Many Times That He Could Reproduce Them Mentally With Ease: And Now, As They Again Confronted Him, Clothed With Colour And Life, They Sent An Aura Over His Flesh, A Breeze Through His Nerves, Which Wellnigh Produced A Qualm; And Actually Produced, By Some Mysterious Physiological Process, A Prosaic Sneeze.