Oh, It Is Wonderful To Wake Up

There Was A Wonderful Atmosphere Of Gentle Age, A Smell Of Flowers And Beeswax, Sweet Yet Faintly Sour And Musty; A Smell That Makes You Feel Very Tender Towards The Past.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

Death Is Too Much To Ask Of The Living.

People's Clothes Ought To Be Buried With Them.