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2001-02-01 - 05:10:35 Each time I look at you, I feel new wonder! The more I see of you, the more I long to go on seeing more of you. I think my eyes are dropsical, to go on drinking what it is death for them to drink, because they go on drinking that which I am dying to see and that which, seen, will deal me death. Yet let me gaze on you and die, since I am so bewitched I can no longer think what not seeing you would do to me- the sight istelf being fatal! That would be mre hard than dying, madness, rage, and fiercest grief: It would be life- worst fate of all because the gift of life to such a wretched man would be the gift of death to happiness. � |