dry heat upon my brow? oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. no more. this lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since i can ne’er enjoy. gifted with the high perception, i lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of paradise! good night—good night! (waving his hand, he moves from the window.)