Sublime

“There is no greater sorrow than to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.” - Dante “We become what we love and who we love shapes what we become.” - St. Clare of Assisi “Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” - William Congreve

Sweet and beloved Elizabeth! I read and reread her letter, and some softened feelings stole into my heart and dared to whisper paradisiacal dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten, and the angel's arm bared to drive me from all hope. Yet I would die to make her happy. If the monster executed his threat, death was inevitable; yet, ag

countenance.

opprobrium

huswifes

True love takes its toll On souls Who are not used to feeling whole.

Sa présence, sa destinée, l'intérêt qu'elle prend à mon sort, expriment encore les dernières larmes de mon cerveau calciné.

For Emily, who returned her borrowed stardust to the universe far too soon.