Alas! Why does my life have to be so hard? Why do I have to suffer ceaselessly? Shouldn't I enjoy delicacies and luxuries? The bareness of the walls, shabby chairs and the ugliness of the curtains distresses me.
Shouldn't I be living in a palace illumined by tall bronze candelabra? With long reception halls hung with
ancient silk? Why can't they just be mine?
Shouldn't I be living in a palace illumined by tall bronze candelabra? With long reception halls hung with
ancient silk? Why can't they just be mine?
How I wish I could have dainty dinners,of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of whispered gallantries to which you would listen with a sphinxlike smile while eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.But all these desires seem so far away.
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