“Unable to rid myself of it, since I heard your song humming ever in my head,
beheld your feet dancing always on my breviary, felt even at night, in my dreams,
your form in contact with my own, I desired to see you again, to touch you, to know
who you were, to see whether I should really find you like the ideal image which I
had retained of you, to shatter my dream, perchance, with reality. At all events,
I hoped that a new impression would efface the first, and the first had become
insupportable. I sought you. I saw you once more. Calamity! When I had seen
you twice, I wanted to see you a thousand times, I wanted to see you always.”

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