Sublime

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

The beast which Giovanni had awakened in me would never go to sleep again; but one day I would not be with Giovanni any more. And would I then, like all the others, find myself turning and following all kinds of boys down God knows what dark avenues, into what dark places? With this fearful intimation there opened in me a hatred for Giovanni which

This bud of love by summer's ripening breath May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet--

By then anguish and fear had become the surface on which we slipped and slid, losing balance, dignity, and pride. Giovanni’s face, which I had memorized so many mornings, noons, and nights, hardened before my eyes, began to give in secret places, began to crack. The light in the eyes became a glitter, the wide and beautiful brow began to suggest th

"Joy's a subtil elf. I think man's happiest when he forgets himself."

She existed. She had not existed, and then she had, summoned out of whatever matter her consciousness had been made, and had stuck her small bare foot in his door. It was disastrous. There was a pain in his heart, as if it had acquired a new chamber to contain her, and so all his life he’d be carting her about.

What should I do now, James? I’ve seen Foulis Street on the London map, I know the look of the houses – I could go there now and look through each letter box, and see if comet-light comes out. But after all this time I have no name and no house number, and what would I be but an old fool limping back to Liverpool Street empty-handed and alone, on s