Our life is turned
Out of her course, whenever man is made
An offering, a sacrifice, a tool,
Or implement, a passive thing employed
As a brute mean.
[293]: My school-friendships were with me passions (for I was always violent). I never hear the word Clare (Lord Clare) without the beating of the heart, even now.
[294]: «Because, if you please,» said Byron holding out his arm, «I would take half.»
[295]: Moore, t. I, p. 121, année 1807.
[296]: How very odd that I should have been so utterly, devotedly fond of that girl, at an age when I could neither feel passion, nor know the meaning of the word!... I remember all our caresses,... my restlessness, my sleeplessness. My misery, my love for the girl were so violent, that I sometimes doubt, if I have ever been really attached since.
[297]: My passion had its usual effects upon me. I could not sleep; I could not eat. I could not rest, and although I had reason to know that she loved me, it was the texture of my life to think of the time which must elapse before we could meet again, being usually about twelve hours of separation. But I was a fool then, and am not much wiser now.
[298]: Probablement de la gomme de lentisque.
[299]: I have hardly had a wink of sleep this week past. I have had some curious masking adventures, this carnival.... I will work the mine of my youth to the last vein of the ore, and then.... good night. I have lived and am content.
[300]: Lockhart, Life of Sir W. Scott, II, 238.
[301]: If I was born, as the nurses say, with a silver spoon in my mouth, it has stuck in my throat, and spoiled my palate, so that nothing put into it is swallowed with much relish, unless it be Cayenne... I see no such horror in a dreamless sleep, and I have no conception of any existence which duration would not make tiresome.