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"There was a woman in white laid upon a bed...the words even without meaning were as wine to him. But now and again a single phrase would come to him over the ice which was as if torn from the depths of his heart. The frenzy of the Moor seemed to him his own frenzy, and when the Moor suffocated the woman in her bed it was Sasha he killed with his own hands."

"And halting at length, out of breath, she said, panting slightly, that he was like a million-candled Christmas tree (such as they have in Russia) hung with yellow globes; incandescent; enough to light a whole street by; (so one might translate it) for what with his glowing cheeks, his dark curls, his black and crimson cloak, he looked as if he were burning with his own radiance, from a lamp lit within."

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"The
withered intricacies and ambiguities of our more gradual and
doubtful age were unknown to them. Violence was all. The flower
bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and
went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into
practice. Girls were roses, and their seasons were short as the
flowers’. Plucked they must be before nightfall; for the day was brief
and the day was all."