Though I feel away from her also, she is the only one out of all to look gently at me.
Let me writhe and falter with pain; let me go mad—but oh, worldful of people—for the love of your God—give me out of this seething darkness only one beautiful human hand to touch mine with love, one beautiful human heart to know the aching sad loneliness of mine, one beautiful, human soul to mingle with mine in long, long Rest.
Oh, for a human being, my soul wails—a human being to love me!
Oh, to know—just once—what it is to be loved!
Nineteen years without one faint shadow of love is mouldy, crumbling age—is gray with the dust of centuries.
How long have I lived?
How long must I live?
I am shrieking at you, cold, stupid world.
Oh, the long, long waiting!