“The Sinister Spirit sneered: 'It had to be!'And again the Spirit of Pity whispered, 'Why?”
“It is a pity the spirit does not grow old too.”
“I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.”
“Bones was in high spirits. Why wouldn't he be? He had just hypothetically fucked me into incomprehension.”
“And all the while one spirit uttered this,The other one did weep so, that, for pity,I swooned away as if I had been dying,And fell, even as a dead body falls.”
“And on the way home I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.”