"Yes—love," hethoughtagainquiteclearly."Butnotlovewhichlovesforsomething, forsomequality, forsomepurpose, orforsomereason, butthelovewhichI—whiledying—'sneighbors, toloveone'senemies, toloveeverything, , ? Ishealive?...
"Whenlovingwithhumanloveonemaypassfromlovetohatred, , ? Andofthemall, IlovedandhatednoneasIdidher." AndhevividlypicturedtohimselfNatasha, notashehaddoneinthepastwithnothingbuthercharmswhichgavehimdelight, , hersufferings, shame, , thecrueltyofhisrupturewithher."Ifonlyitwerepossibleformetoseeheroncemore! Justonce, lookingintothoseeyestosay..."
"Piti-piti-pitiandti-tiandpiti-piti-pitiboom!" floppedthefly...Andhisattentionwassuddenlycarriedintoanotherworld, , somethingwasstillstretchingout, andthecandlewithitsredhalowasstillburning, andthesameshirtlikesphinxlaynearthedoor; butbesidesallthissomethingcreaked, therewasawhiffoffreshair, andanewwhitesphinxappeared, .
"Oh, howoppressivethiscontinualdeliriumis," thoughtPrinceAndrew, , buthecouldnot, , somethingoppressedhimandstretchedout, , hemovedalittle, andsuddenlytherewasaringinginhisears, adimnessinhiseyes, , Natasha, thatsamelivingNatashawhomofallpeoplehemostlongedtolovewiththisnewpuredivinelovethathadbeenrevealedtohim, , , motionlessonherknees (shewasunabletostir), withfrightenedeyesrivetedonhim, .
PrinceAndrewsighedwithrelief, smiled, andheldouthishand.
"You?" hesaid."Howfortunate!"
