"Oh, if I had done nothing simply from laziness! Heavens, how I should have respected myself, then. I should have respected myself because I should at least have been capable of being lazy; there would at least have been one quality, as it were, positive in me, in which I could have believed myself."
I'm not sure where to begin. I just went through a pretty terrible break up, but at this point that doesn't bother me. It was a mindless dream fuck. I was delusional about the entire situation. Luckily she managed to fuck things up early, so little time was invested.
The secret things of the grave are there, Where all but this frame must surely be, Though the fine-wrought eye and the wondrous ear No longer will live, to hear or to see All that is great and all that is strange In the boundless realm of unending change.