Blood Was Its Avatar And Its Seal.

And Each Separate Dying Ember Wrought Its Ghost Upon The Floor.

Indeed, There Is An Eloquence In True Enthusiasm That Is Not To Be Doubted.

No Man Who Ever Lived Knows Any More About The Hereafter Than You And I.

I Was Forced To Fall Back Upon The Unsatisfactory Conclusion, That While, Beyond Doubt, There Are Combinations Of Very Simple Natural Objects Which Have The Power Of Thus Affecting Us, Still The Analysis Of This Power Lies Among Considerations Beyond Our Depth. It Was Possible, I Reflected, That A Mere Different Arrangement Of The Particulars Of The Scene, Of The Details Of The Picture, Would Be Sufficient To Modify, Or Perhaps To Annihilate Its Capacity For Sorrowful Impression.

Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.