my comforting Poe
"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. During these
fits of absolute unconsciousness, I drank--God only knows how often or
how much. As a matter of course, my enemies referred the insanity to
the drink rather than the drink to the insanity. I had, indeed, nearly
abandoned all hope of a permanent cure, when I found one in the
death of my wife. This I can and do endure as becomes a man. It was
the horrible never-ending oscillation between hope and despair which I
could not longer have endured, without total loss of reason."Kommentarer
Postat av: Hanna Håkansson [ Foto ]
tack :)
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