I am like one who, spent with
hunger, falls asleep in exhaustion and sees before him sumptuous viands
and wines; he devours with rapture the aerial gifts of the
imagination, and his pains seem somewhat assuaged.
hunger, falls asleep in exhaustion and sees before him sumptuous viands
and wines; he devours with rapture the aerial gifts of the
imagination, and his pains seem somewhat assuaged.
Lermontov - A Hero of Our Time
