I sometimes think, with a sad delight, that if one day, in

I sometimes think, with a sad delight, that if one day, in a future I no longer belong to, these sentences, that I write, last with praise, I will at last have the people who understand me, those mine, the true family to be born in and be loved… I will only be understood in effigy, when affection no longer repays the dead the unaffection that was, when living.