But enough. That you, like me, do not seem to be
in good spirits, grieves me very much, but I become
more and more convinced that people like us must
always be uncomfortable, except in the moments, hours,
and days of productive excitement; but then we enjoy
and luxuriate during that time more than any other
man. So it is ! Soon we shall talk ! I am almost
afraid of this joy! You will write, will you not ?
Adieu, dearest friend.
― things that are jokes pretty much (Nilmar Honorato da Silva), Wednesday, 9 January 2013 01:48 (thirteen years ago)