You hate me--then despise me, too, if you will.

It is too late to care.

I followed you like a spy, I saw what I expected to see, I have suffered what I knew I should suffer.

You know that I have been away during this whole month, and that I have travelled thousands of leagues in the hope of forgetting you." "And yet I fancied I had seen you within the month," Unorna said, with a cruel smile.
"They say that ghosts haunt the places they have loved," answered Kafka unmoved.

"If that be true I may have troubled your dreams and you may have seen me.