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You think Henry has license to entertain every appetite that wakes in him, and that you do not.”
The rich venison and fish sit heavy in my stomach, and I hate myself for having eaten so much.
Carmilla yawns. “That is quite boring. What of bringing happiness to yourself?” “I … That is not—that is a selfish way of thinking, to only concern oneself with one’s own happiness.” “The people you endeavor to make happy—they are selfish then, to care that you do not anger them but only please them?”
“Men die, Lenore.
He doesn't value her life either.
I am soft and bruised where life has landed its blows upon me.
“I was so terribly hungry.”
You are feeding the wrong hunger.
I see now that I wanted with Henry only to accomplish what I knew was expected of me. There was no heat, no hunger.
“Oh, little Lenore. It is terrible to be alive. But it is worse to be dead to ourselves.”
At the end of the street, a larger road ran in two directions. I would have to choose one.
