The last book I bought in London, the evening before taking my flight, while I was waiting for my last date...
``Anything approaching the change that came over his features I have never seen
before, and hope never to see again. Oh, I wasn't touched. I was fascinated. It was as
though a veil had been rent. I saw on that ivory face the expression of sombre pride,
of ruthless power, of craven terror -- of an intense and hopeless despair. Did he live
his life again in every detail of desire, temptation, and surrender during that supreme
moment of complete knowledge? He cried in a whisper at some image, at some
vision -- he cried out twice, a cry that was no more than a breath:
`` `The horror! The horror!'
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