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... He Preferred His Own Madness, To The Regular Sanity. He Rejoiced In His Own Madness, He Was Free. He Did Not Want That Old Sanity Of The World, Which Was Become So Repulsive. He Rejoiced In The New-found World Of His Madness. It Was So Fresh And Delicate And So Satisfying.

The Flood Subsides, And The Body, Like A Worn Sea-shell Emerges Strange And Lovely.

Never Trust The Teller, Trust The Tale.

I See A Redness Suddenly Come Into The Evening's Anxious Breast-- 'tis The Wound Of Love Goes Home!

Pure Morality Is Only An Instinctive Adjustment Which The Soul Makes.