Do You Know, As I Do, Delicious Sadness And Make Others Say Of You: 'Strange Man!' I Was Dying. In My Soul, Singular Illness, Desire And Horror Were Mingled As One: Anguish And Living Hope, No Factious Bile. The More The Fatal Sand Ran Out, The More Acute, Delicious My Torment: My Heart Entire Was Tearing Itself Away From The World I Saw. I Was Like A Child Eager For The Spectacle, Hating The Curtain As One Hates An Obstacle' At Last The Truth Was Chillingly Revealed: I'd Died Without Surprise, Dreadful Morning Enveloped Me. Was This All There Was To See? The Curtain Had Risen, And I Was Still Waiting.