My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.
There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.
Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.