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“Perhaps she had grown so accustomed to fire that she craved its burn, even as it scarred her. Was that longing? Or was it madness — masochism dressed in memory?”

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“The solitary mountain-side was made dismal by it. Laughter, when out of place, mistimed, or bursting forth from a disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice. The laughter of one asleep, even if it be a little child,— the madman’s laugh,— the wild, screaming laugh of a born idiot,— are sounds that we sometimes tremble to hear, and would always willingly forget. Poets have imagined no utterance of fiends or hobgoblins so fearfully appropriate as a laugh. And even the obtuse lime-burner felt his nerves shaken, as this strange man looked inward at his own heart, and burst into laughter that rolled away into the night, and was indistinctly reverberated among the hills.”

“Qué cosa tan misteriosa es la locura. He visto a pacientes cuyos labios están cerrados en un silencio perpetuo. Viven, respiran, comen; la forma humana está presente, pero ese algo sin el que el cuerpo puede vivir, pero que no puede existir sin el cuerpo, estaba ausente. A menudo me he preguntado si tras aquellos labios sellados moraban sueños que desconocíamos o si sólo estaba el vacío.”

“She speaks much of her father: says she hears There's tricks i'th'world, and hems, and beats her heart, Spurns enviously at straws, speaks things in doubt That carry but half sense. Her speech is nothing. Yet the unshaped use of it doth move The hearers to collection. They aim at it, And botch the words up fit to their own thoughts, Which, as her winks and nods and gestures yield them, Indeed, would make one think there might be thought, Though nothing sure, yet much unhappily.”