Sadness is polysyllabic. And human suffering is immense. It goes around the earth, bending, like a rainbow, beyond the horizon, and its forms are as changeable as the iridescence of the rainbow; each of its tones is equally immutable separately, but adjacent, merging, as in a rainbow, become indistinguishable, pass into each other. Leaning over the horizon like a rainbow! How did it happen that beauty led me to a crime? Why did my desire for a peaceful life bring trouble? But if ethics says t...
