"Dearest, your little heart is wounded. Think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness. If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die, die, sweetly die into mine. I cannot help it, as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love.
So, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit."
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