you’re killing yourself, and me, with the way you’re thinking. You’re in a world full of color and you want to see it in black and white. As if Gottfried Brande was some kind of enchanter who made you forget everything you used to love, everything mysterious, all the places where the shadows are. Can’t you see the emptiness of the worlds they describe, him and Talbot? You don’t really think the universe is as arid as that. You can’t. You’re under a spell—you must be.”
