Coruscia a Good Stalker

"My heart was oh so heavy I simply cannot say how heavy all my romances by some kind of collusion between their heroes have invariably followed a pre-arranged pattern of mediocrity and tragedy" "I'm ashamed to recall the way they started and appalled by the nastiness of their din we move while the middle part the part that should have been the essence and core of this without affair has remained in my mind as a kind of listless shuffle seen through oozy water or sticky fog" 'The infatuation too so remote so deeply buried in the past was borrowing now from the present in reverse order a tinge of misfortune failure even plain modification just because I was forced