Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.