It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. " "Away with him!" cried Jonathan. FOREWORD Forever Fifteen was born of a dream I had in 2002, a dream that was part nightmare. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were broken and scattered about in all directions. Withdrawing another bolt, and unhooking a chain suspended from the top of the casement, Jonathan pushed the iron framework outwards. She lived, he noted, very carelessly. She delighted in frustrating him. Her cheeks were aflame.
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