Peter Ibbetson by George Du Maurier
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kind of cage, which lets me see and hear things all round, but keeps me
from melting away. And soon I found that this locket was made of that half of you that is still in me, so that I couldn't dissolve, because half of me wasn't dead at all; for the chain linked me to that half of myself I had left in you, so that half of me actually wasn't there to be dissolved.... I am getting rather mixed! But oh, my heart's true love, how I hugged my chain, with you at the other end of it! With such pain and effort as you cannot conceive, I have crept along it back to you, like a spider on an endless thread of its own spinning. Such love as mine is stronger then death indeed! * * * * * I have come to tell you that we are inseparable forever, you and I, one double speck of spinal marrow--'Philipschen!'--one little grain of salt, one drop. There is to be no parting for _us_--I can see that; but such extraordinary luck seems reserved for you and me alone up to now; and it is all our own doing. But not till you join me shall you and I be complete, and free to melt away in that universal ocean, and take our part, as One, in all is to be. That moment--you must not hasten it by a moment. Time is nothing. I'm even beginning to believe there's no such thing; there is so little |
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