The vagrant fancies danced along with attenuated steps and tiny, whimsical gestures of fairies, fluttering their flame-veined wings.

The sad thoughts moved slowly with drooped heads and monotonous hands, and tears fell forever about their feet.

The thoughts that were evil--and Julian had acknowledged them many, though combatted--were endowed with a strangely sinister gait, like the gait of those modern sinners who express, ignorantly, in their motions the hidden deeds their tongues decline to speak.

The wayward thoughts had faces like women, who kiss and frown within the limits of an hour.

On the cheeks of the libertine thoughts a rosy cloud of rouge shone softly, and their haggard eyes were brightened by a cunning pigment.