but a house arrogant and hating, never off guard, can only be evil. - Shirley Jackson

They saw me at once, and I thought of them rotting away and curling in pain and crying out loud; I wanted them doubled up and crying
on the ground in front of me.

Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine.

It is only with the eyes open that a corporeal form returns, and assembles itself firmly around the hard core of sight.