"The first crime was mine: I committed it when I made man mortal. Once I had done that, what was left for you, poor human murderers, to do? To kill you...

Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredom—of long days of mild content.
Good digestions, the gray monotony of provincial life, and the boredom—ah the soul-destroying boredo...
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