I liked it.

I liked being with the dead--liked being alone with them.

I used to wander among those rigid corpses, and peer into their austere faces, by the hour.

The later the time, the more impressive it was; I preferred the late time.

Sometimes I turned the lights low: this gave perspective, you see; and the imagination could play; always, the dim receding ranks of the dead inspired one with weird and fascinating fancies.