He looked at the pictures on the wall and he took down her painting looked around. And then turned off the lights and waved his hands and then she popped out the painting I am so glad that they did not know I was in there. So when will I be free from this spell. Oh it's messing with my hair.

On the road to power, there's no turning back. He would be an eternal slave to the road he'd chosen.

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

Written By E. T. A. Hoffmann

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