When I Wake Up," He Said, "remind

He Who Awaits Much Can Expect Little.

And Again, As Always, After So Many Years We Were Still In The Same Place We Always Were.

His Examination Revealed That He Had No Fever, No Pain Anywhere, And That His Only Concrete Feeling Was An Urgent Desire To Die. All That Was Needed Was Shrewd Questioning...to Conclude Once Again That The Symptoms Of Love Were The Same As Those Of Cholera.

It Was A Love Of Perpetual Flight.

"things Have A Life Of Their Own," The Gypsy Proclaimed With A Harsh Accent. "it's Simply A Matter Of Waking Up Their Souls."