And soon I found that this locket was made of that half of you that is still in me, so that I couldn’t dissolve, because half of me wasn’t dead at all; for the chain linked me to that half of myself I had left in you, so that half of me actually wasn’t there to be dissolved…. I am getting rather mixed!
But oh, my heart’s true love, how I hugged my chain, with you at the other end of it!
With such pain and effort as you cannot conceive, I have crept along it back to you, like a spider on an endless thread of its own spinning. Such love as mine is stronger then death indeed!
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I have come to tell you that we are inseparable forever, you and I, one double speck of spinal marrow—’Philipschen!’—one little grain of salt, one drop. There is to be no parting for us—I can see that; but
