and what is the privilege of the dead? to drink the morbid wine
"That quivering was the flapping of wings which is the prelude of flight ...
I know that a resurrection isn't possible and wasn't then, but I won't allow the order of the world not to be disturbed for my sake!
A soul is in purgatory and I am offering it my body. [...] Through my eyes he will see the stars, the scarves of women and their breasts."