“It is a strange world," I murmered, more to myself than to the native soul."The strangest," he agreed.”
“It's the strange world.''The strangest.”
“I have not seen anywhere in the world a more obvious malformed person and miracle than myself. Through use and time we become conditioned to anything strange; but the more I become familiar with and know myself, the more my deformity amazes me and the less I understand myself.”
“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
“I was the world in which I walked, and what I sawOr heard or felt came not but from myself;And there I found myself more truly and more strange.”
“He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.”