Mr. Gryce was like a merchant whose warehouses are crammed with an unmarketable commodity.

“There are 2 ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that refle…”

“Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational act…”

“...how much did pride count in the ebullition of passions in his breast?”

“I want - I want somehow to get away with you into a world where words like that…”