As she died her Husband woke.
Standing titubant, with cathartic trembling he shed his long inertia. And finger condemning, in procellous voice he adjured:
"What god are you to stifle the purpose of men?"
Then stooped as though burthened by the weight of consciousness. His next and final words were slurred and elegiac.
"This is the world; there is no other."
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