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If I even knew how _it_ is built, and in what way one dies upon it; but it is horrible, I do not know this.
The very name of it is frightful, and I cannot understand how I have hitherto been able to write and utter it. The idea I attach to this hateful name is vague, undefined, and therefore more sinister. I construct and demolish in my mind continually its hideous scaffolding.