What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
But from the dolorous groan one like a shadow of smoke appeared, And human bones, rattling together in the smoke and stamping The nether abyss, and gnashing in fierce despair, panting in sobs Thick, short, incessant bursting, sobbing, deep despairing, stamping, struggling Struggling to utter the voice of Man, struggling to take the features of Man, struggling To take the limbs of Man.
Are those who love, like those who died, risen again from death Immortal, in immortal torment, never to be delivered?