The Problem of Pain
HELL
HELL
What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I: I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.
W. DE LA MARE, Napoleon
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I: I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.
W. DE LA MARE, Napoleon
Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
