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"Or perhaps Java seems to you more attractive? Well, there we / shall find the mind of Europe married to tropical beauty."
Not a word. Can my soul be dead?
"Have you sunk then into so deep a stupor that only your own / pain gives you pleasure? If that be so, let us go to the lands / that are made in the likeness of Death. I know exactly the / place for us, poor soul! We will book our passage to Torneo. We / will go still further, to the last limits of the Baltic; and, / if it be possible, further still from life; we will make our / abode at the Pole. There the sun only grazes the earth, and the / slow alternations of light and night put out variety and bring / in the half of nothingness, monotony. There we can take great / baths of darkness, while, from time to time, for our pleasure, / the Aurora Borealis shall scatter its rosy sheaves before us, / like reflections of fireworks in hell!"
At last my soul bursts into speech, and wisely she cries to me: / "Anywhere, anywhere, out of the world! "