The night was quiet, dark blue, and starry; the morning soft and fragrant.

The burden of the night was bearable, but that of daylight I fled from, and all day I was like one expecting a crisis.

Laughter, with so much to arouse it, hardly had any foothold within me to stir my wits.

For if I said 'Folly!' I did not feel it, and what I felt I did not understand.

My heart and head were positively divided.