Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
Well, I__e had my fun; I__e had it, he thought, looking up at the swinging baskets of pale geraniums. And it was smashed to atoms__is fun, for it was half made up, as he knew very well; invented, this escapade with the girl; made up, as one makes up the better part of life, he thought__aking onself up; making her up; creating an exquisite amusement, and something more. But odd it was, and quite true; all this one could never share__t smashed to atoms.
Mrs. Dalloway
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Well, I__e had my fun; I__e had it, he thought, looking up at the swinging baskets of pale geraniums. And it was smashed to atoms__is fun, for it was half made up, as he knew very well; invented, this escapade with the girl; made up, as one makes up the better part of life, he thought__aking onself up; making her up; creating an exquisite amusement, and something more. But odd it was, and quite true; all this one could never share__t smashed to atoms.
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