I feel lonesome, Noni.

I want to speak to you.

Don't be angry!" "It's cold." "Soon the fire will burn better.

I don't understand your actions.

Don't be angry, Noni, but I don't understand your actions! I am afraid that you have lost your mind." "Did you drink again ?" "I did." "Give me some." He drinks from the mouth of the bottle lying on the floor, his eyes wandering over the crooked mutilated walls, whose every projection and crack is now lighted by the bright flame in the fireplace.