“I began with the desire to speak with the dead.”
“The eyes of this dead lady speak to meFor here was love, was not to be drowned out.And here desire, not to be kissed away.The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.”
“I got my heart's desire, and there my troubles began.”
“You are dead- what am I speaking to?”
“The rule is, don't speak of the dead, not don't speak ill of the dead's terrible relatives.”
“Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?And why should I not speak to you?”