The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.
Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.
Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.
I thought I'd go to a bookstore and see what moved me.
Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.
Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.