“I no longer enjoy, but I love. Death cannot deprive me of that living spark which feeds on all given it, and which is now triumphant in sorrow. I love, and shall enjoy happiness again. I do not doubt that; but when?”— Mary Shelley, from a diary entry wr. c. October 1822 featured in “Journals,”
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