I live in a merry world and keep a stern face.

It is a vile world and yet I am unpolluted.' "I drank my glass of wine and had begun to eat my soup when a strange feeling came over me.

My plate seemed to be sinking through the table.
The wall and fireplace were receding into dim distance.

I knew then that I had tasted the cup of Circe.

My hands fell through my lap and suddenly the day ended.