I was the only man alive who knew time had begun again.

All white with snow as if under dustsheets$$$ as if laid away eternally as soon as brought back from the shop$$$ never to be seen or touched

She was feeling supernatural tonight. She wanted to EAT diamonds.

Moonlight$$$ white satin$$$ roses. A bride.

When Id first loved him$$$ I wanted to take him apart$$$ as a child dismembers a clockwork toy$$$ to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior.

I drew the curtains to conceal the sight of my father's farewell; my spite was sharp as broken glass.

Her beauty is a symptom of her disorder$$$ of her soullessness.

What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long$$$ wasted hours at the dead end of night.

She stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky...