Ignited by tossed butt of a still-smouldering cigar t lodged in tre at Ric appearance burned to ter old Edgar  al ly became lived in able mirror and  constrained by t made . But nooo, oucile, unreal mot up togeted scenery.

    tion rose o become a constellation of stars ill nig, rics t  ferments tbreak and fever. (Ouous nigars marked ts of a face folded in sorrow.

    NAtURE OF tRICAL ILLUSION; everything you see is false.

    Consider trical illusion o to it at an age wo be real.

    often oddled on to tage y and tains doing for t wery.

    ed backdrop of, say, an antique castle -- a castle! suc build le all complete ed s of trees, massy oaks or somet, all in tificial s it seems. You knock against a gilded t looks perfectly solid, t side turns out to be made of papier mac is as lig up and carry it off  in it and be a king or lie in it and be in pain.

    A creaking, an ominous rattling scares ttle s out of you; e cries and muttered oatages tomb or Optles in, clutching Yorricks skull.

    tip mugs of sour porter against your lips noe in turned into nuns or sometain t cuts you off from tunate, tobacco-stained multitude t s pennies on to cranscendent rituals noter t make tations felt. A stageo scoop you up and carry you off, protesting, to rain presses ly on your forehe mob.

    On  the mark of Cain.

    an impressionable age, seen ure of tery of tle -- t all its ed cardboard and yet terrify you -- ery and made less sense of it.

    No treat, if  quiet as a mouse, because o stay in tc Opwice nigure.

    A couple of braage in Act Four,  displays of grief from all concerned but up s curtain-call  off ouco curtsy  of ted immortals, all of , in to be just as un-dead as she.

    ruly believe s come again, alt t Mr Allan provided for  of cy, oddled beo tery? Surely, one fine day, tral coacurn again, climb doe nig seen  erim since  sa all bloody from a haemorrhage.

    transparent constellation in t sky ; ttered atoms o tire and perfect Mama and ly to her arms.

    It is teentury. ars of tates.  part of  hid. he becomes a man.

    As soon as s from Edgar. t and pocketbook t Mr Allan opened to togeto expel. Edgar s of t Souto seek une in t does not permit t c live by s.

    tcucked aed Mama but, instead, a perfect stranger. ranced smile, sepped out of the frame.

    quot;My darling, my sister, my life and my bride!quot;

    put out by tender years of t just Juliets age, just teen summers?

    t tresses forming great sint of nevermore, black as s ted moted  t advertise to t of sables, dressed in readiness for t funeral in a black coat buttoned up to tock and rayed e mourning by so muce sfront. Sometimes, o  all.

    , from o make you  you and so mucter gall, also, t you migake  one. tenderness as if he saw already: Dearly beloved wife of. . . carved above her eyebrows.

    For e as marble and s;Virginiaquot;, a name t suited riates nostalgia and also ion, for til the day she died.

    Imagine togety of it!

    For did s come to iffly armoured in taboos -- taboos against tion of caboos against tion of t to put too fine a point on it, didnt s sucty, pretty corpse!

    And, besides, isnt an undemanding, economic, decorative corpse t leman in reduced circumstances, upon o converge?

    Virginia Clemm. In t of norto be quot;clemmedquot; is to be very cold. quot;Im fair clemmed.quot; Virginia Clemm.

    S rious moto clean and cook and keep accounts for to outlive to outlive th.

    Virginia  very clever; sed development, like  sister, icipate, a bud t never opened. (A doom lay upon t tayed as s teen, a simple little t disposition ed to re of dying.

    S on  as a revenant. You em of grass as stle garden.   tage parlour, s gato partake of t ality. t conversation to it t only tea   everyone was charmed.

    to take  at ;yesquot;, and sly struck trings e  you ips to make of  casts all tants of t to a profound and death-like sleep.

    She sings:

    Cold bloonight, my love,

    And a few drops of rain.

    itaper made from a manuscript folded into a flute, akes a lighe fire.

    I never  one true love

    In cold earth she was lain.

    s ligo er ther.

    A th and a day being gone

    to speak.

    Eyes close. ain in each a flame.

    sitting on my grave

    let me sleep?

    All sleep. . She sleeps.

    t from icoats; tal candles s t is not love t moves him; only love moves him.

    he feels no fear.

    An expression of los teet as the midwife did.

    All silent, all still.

    Yet, even as  t fierce canine in triumprate and insensible form in tion  last exorcised turned as desolating anguiso side. Unbidden, ted imperiously: quot;Overture and beginners, please!quot; Sous linen beth a hiss of silk.

    told  hed no more!

    After a breakfast of red-eye, as oilet before t aco become a different man so t ts ly plagued ,  aken on suco t of  one t ruck like a stock or stone, -t razor in his hand.

    And, as inued, fascinated, appalled, to stare in tive glass at tures t   of o agitate itself as if o a tremendous attack of the shakes.

    Goodnig prince.

    to be wo oblivion.

    Lig.

    Noing to dissolve!

    Ligs! ragedy war was engulfing him.

    On cue, t on ts him.

    blohe wind.