A Fall From Such A Height Is

You Would Have Imagined Her At One Moment A Maniac, At Another A Queen.

Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

To See So Much Misery Everywhere, I Suspect That God Is Not Rich. He Keeps Up Appearances, It Is True, But I Feel The Pinch. He Gives A Revolution As A Merchant, Whose Credit Is Low, Gives A Ball.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)

His Whole Life Was Now Summed Up In Two Words: Absolute Uncertainty Within An Impenetrable Fog.