In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever tired, melomaniac and morphine-sodden; bankers’ wives with eyes hollower than those of suburban streetwalkers; music-hall chorus girls who tip...

Let me lose everything on earth and the world beyond, but let me not lose what I’m craving for, let it be that i died on the way than retreating from getting it.