" I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: ^{she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame - shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate. "}

wczorajsza noc byla w sumie niesamowita i realna nawet tez.

wszystko jest nagle inne, dobrze inne,

chociaz nic sie tak naprawde nie zmienilo.