Love
"THREE o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking inat my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can'tsleep, I am so happy!"My whole being from head to heels is bursting with a strange,incomprehensible feeling. I can't analyse it just now--I haven'tthe time, I'm too lazy, and there--hang analysis! Why, is a manlikely to interpret his sensations when he is flying head foremostfrom a belfry, or has just learned that he has won two hundredthousand? Is he in a state to do it?" --This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.
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