“There is an
ecstacy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And
such is the paradox of living, this ecstacy comes when one is most alive, and
it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.” (Pg 22)
“Life
streamed through him in splendid flood, glad and rampant, until it seemed that
it would burst him asunder in sheer ecstacy and pour forth generously over the
world.” (Pg 56)
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