"Be happy now, my weary little wife," the Devil will say.
And the long, long yellow-gold day will be filled with the music of Real Life.
My grandest possibility will be realized. The world contains a great many things—and this is my grandest possibility realized!
I will weep rapturous tears.
When I think of all this and write it there is in me a feeling that is more than pain.
Perhaps the very sweetest, the tenderest, the most pitiful and benign human voice in the world could sing these things and this feeling set to their own wondrous music,—and it would echo far—far,—and you would understand.
