Bernard Capes

I have an acute sense of delicacy. Naturally I am prejudiced in favour of virtue.("The Accursed Cordonnier")

And, as the storm of water thrashed the very pinnacles that toppled into mist, he had seen the ribs of cliff laid bare and bleeding__s it were the laceration of a living land that he looked on. Then, __orne et tonnerre!_ he had seemed to cry to himself, __he very world is torn by some inhuman power, and flows to the sea in rivers of purple!_ and he heard the bells of the ocean receding innumerably, choke at their moorings, muffled and congested with the floating scum of carnage that no wind might ruffle and only God__ fire cleanse.Now, in a moment, he saw that what he had taken for land was in truth a great cliff built up of human bodies__ vast reserve of human force accumulated by, and for the use of, a single dominant will. And this cliff was washed by the waves of an ocean of blood, to which its life contributed in a thousand spouting rivulets. And it was compact of limitless pain; and the cry of torture never ceased within it. And suddenly the dreamer__s in the way of dreams__elt himself to be a constituent agony of that he gazed upon__ pulp of suffering self-contained, yet partaking of the wretchedness of all.