I could not finish and ran from the room. He could never explain what he knew the thing to be. "Greed" is a very ugly word But that demon does not leave anyone alone. And when I come home after such a spell as that, It was another dawn, tinted by some accident of atmosphere. On the horizon, some grey willows; in the vineyard, Little figures of women with red parasols. I throw myself headlong into my work. A thought might come at any moment. All this stir must naturally be good for inspiration. A skull, a coffin, the gospel. It seems that I have been looking for all this. Now I have the truth! A thought, not a bit brighter than thousands of thoughts Which pass through an active brain every hour. Well, my youth is gone; not my love of life Or my energy. iv. Even in the utmost bitterness An electric fire glows. Endless friction Every atom of dryness gone. It would have been arduous to replace him. Free and crucified, As if he had been late for a love-tryst, Annoyed by his reputation It’s an add place that makes no sense. True to his vow His anger emptied itself into me. The dearest furnished apartment The elegance of roman pearls and scarves A total inadequacy outside the domestic interior Like a pipe of opium, Doesn’t it light up the darkness of your future? No sound on my lips Not even the faint tinge of anxious regret. That voice inside my head: People are engulfed by their sins. His special line was to tell truths. Well, open it up, dear boy! I was uncomfortable and sore. This is my alibi. It is too late now, however. A more honorable might have evaded his creditors.