Then would I lead those celestial musicians through such a grand plain chant as time has never dreamt of, nor has eternity yet heard it; so that rank on rank of angels and saints should take up the song, until the arches of the outer firmament rang again, and the stars chimed together; and all the untold hierarchy of archangelic voice and heavenly instrument should cry, as with one soul, the confession of this heart of mine--'I love.' "Another day has passed, and I think I have heard in my dreams the bursts of music that I would fain have wafted to your waking ears.
Verily the lawyers in New York say well, that I am not Claudius.
Claudius was a thing of angles and books, mathematical and earthy, believing indeed in the greatness of things supernal, but not having tasted thereof.

My beloved, God has given me a new soul to love you with, so great that it seems as though it would break through the walls of my heart and cry aloud to you.

This new Claudius is a man of infinite power to rise above earthly things, above everything that is below you--and what things that are in earth are not below you, lady mine?
"Again the time has passed, in a dull reluctant fashion, as if he delighted to torment, like the common bore of society.

He lingers and dawdles through his round of hours as though it joyed him to be sluggish.

It has blown a little, and most of the people are sea-sick.