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From Chapter III, 2nd paragraph:
The ground floor and the upper floor of that battered house are alike deserted, and the inmates keep to the central portion, just as in a dying body all life retires to the heart.
Unto you
Must this winged carapace soar
And alight upon your unclouded brow.
Breathe deep your draughts of solace and redemption.
Here I may fall fathoms even to Olympic peaks …
—my poetical commentary