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Next day, Alicia spent the evening before her fireplace, with a book. / Don Manuel's visit to her had ended in a quarrel, and he had gone. A / great nervousness possessed the girl; she wanted to cry, to yawn, to / pull out her hair, to kick the little cabinets from behind whose crystal / panes all kinds of little figurines, porcelain dolls and extravagant / bibelots peeped out with roguish faces.
No one who has never been really bored can grasp the complete horror, / the abysmal blackness, the silence like that of a bottomless pit or an / endless tunnel, which lies in absolute boredom. Still, just as death is / the beginning of life, so at times tedium can become a spring of / vigorous action. Many men have sown wild oats in their youth till they / have tired of them, and have in riper years become model husbands, / applied themselves to business and died leaving millions. Boredom / sometimes turns out works of art. Had not Heine and Byron been / monumentally bored, they could never have risen to the heights of song.