While I confessed my sins, I waited. I was extremely anxious to see the outcome of such an unexpected action.
The thought of death came and stayed with him and lent him a sort of sluggish pleasure.
He had visited countless specialists, spent uncounted money, endured agonizing treatments, in his endeavours to be able to hear what went on about him and to have a part in it.
Whenever he settled in a new apartment, and he moved often, those photographs were the first things out of the boxes.
He liked to think of himself as one for whom the flowers would blossom, who must always have nature about him, if he would be truly happy.
They kissed, slightly, and watched with polite interest while he hung up his coat, removed his trousers, shirt, socks and underwear and offered one of his socks to them.