You have never, I think, known real Grief-panic, melancholia, madness, night-sweats, we've all known for most of our lives-you and me particularly. I'm not sure you know human love in the way I do. You have faith and mysticism-intense inner interests-a diverting, virile mind-gusto for vengeance and destruction if necessary, a fancy-a gospel. What you can't imagine is a creature with a certain iridescent aura and nothing within but a beating frightened heart built round and for Duff. . . For two days I am quite alone-in these empty rooms with one thought one prayer-'let it end now'-an absurd feminine desire to die in the same way exactly as Duff. [ I have now a ] fearlessness of death-so let it come now before custom of living disinclines me for dying.

Psychology·Death·Emotion·Love