My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.
Too excited to be genuinely happy
No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.
The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue.
What did it avail to pray when he knew his soul lusted after its own destruction?
He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.