Sublime

To mankind he sent a different punishment: woman.

Sans doute me voyait-elle en uniforme blanc d'officier de la Garde, sautant quelque obstacle sous les yeux éperdus d'amour d'Anna Karenine. Il y avait, dans ses élans d'imagination, quelque chose d'étonnamment démodé et d'un romanesque vieillot ; je crois qu'elle cherchait à recréer ainsi autour d'elle un monde qu'elle n'avait jamais connu autremen

Her heads squealed and bucked, as if trying to haul it back up again. But it only sank further, as inexorably as if it were weighted with stones. I could see now the beginnings of her legs, those twelve monstrous tentacles stretching away from her body into the mist. She kept them hidden always, Hermes had told me, coiled in the cave among the bone

Tucia managed another step forward. A tourniquet was needed, high on the arm, until she could assess the extent of the girl’s injury. A ligation, perhaps, judging from the pulsing splatter of blood. She’d need a blade in case she couldn’t find the end of the vessel after exploring the wound. A needle and thread. Cauterization might be necessary . .

her sorrow remained lodged in her body for the next fifty-six years.

In Nekhludoff, as in all people, there were two beings; one spiritual, who sought only such happiness for himself as also benefited others; and the animal being, seeking his own happiness for the sake of which he is willing to sacrifice that of the world.

who was apparently not wicked but had become a most insufferable crank from sheer idleness.