That was the thought fiercely possessing him.
Rough chairs and tables and such-like that had been there always, might remain.

But no sacrilegious hands should touch things made for her, or with which she had been closely associated.

They should be burned out here in the deserted front garden, where not even Kuppi--the only other occupant of the head-station--would witness his preparations.

He himself would lay and kindle the funeral pyre, and to-night, when there would be only the stars to see him, he would light the first holocaust.
He stood considering.

Sweat dropped from his forehead.