



sweet insanity
'- Insanity is not something that is repressed in the veins of a genius, without madness there is no genius, there is no intelligence. Insanity is not in drinking a vial of poison hot and expecting the other to remain warm after death... Ah! my sweet Ayelleen... Insanity is like a Greek gift, a double-edged sword, where what is good becomes bad and what was bad becomes even better. Believe me my dear, if I were a little insane I would never be drinking the cold poison as I am now.' He remained seated in the dark, watching the candle flame dance in sinuous motions, She, on the other hand, remained holding her goblet intact. What could be more embarrassing than hearing that voice echoing in that dark, cold room and feeling that hot torment spreading through her white body? —'Insanity, doctor, is sweet, as sweet as the poison poured into these cups, as sweet as the feeling that unites us.' - and she took a sip. He got up in the darkness, approached her, touched her hand and took out the full cup and guided her through the small dancing flame, carried her to the balcony where the strong wind fought and touched their faces. in an icy and aching way. There was no other place, no other person, they would both like to be with right now.'
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