... // MM-COMV "Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes pulchritudinous. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or comeliness or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my profound appreciation would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of subsistence without being bothered about bliss. Infelicitously the ecstasy is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't avail hoping, and keeping faith, and doting resplendency. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be sapient to be".
