When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victim's body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.


"Ex Oblivione" - First published in The United Amateur, 20, No. 4 (March 1921) - Fiction

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When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall...

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall...

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall...

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water torturers let fall...