What you must understand about me is that I am a deeply unhappy person.
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.
I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer.[Я вот дура с сердцем без ума, а ты дура с умом без сердца; обе мы и несчастны, обе и страдаем.]
Hope is the second soul of the unhappy.
