Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
"The story tells of a blind man who lost his lover, the same one he pretends to talk to at the table. He then goes to dress in his suit for her funeral.
Unable to carry on he runs to cliffs to commit a suicide but as he runs he feels the suns light in his face and finds the will to live on.”