Guy de Maupassant

"I shall love you always, I am yours."

rudely jostled the people upon the streets in order to clear a path for himself. He appeared to be hostile to the passers-by, and even to the houses, the entire city

I cannot hear it … the … yes … he is shouting it … I am trying to hear … I can’t … again … the … Horla … I heard … the Horla … it is he … the Horla … he has come!

I don’t feel it coming, as I used to, this treacherous sleep, hidden beside me, that lies in wait for me, that is about to seize me by the head, close my eyes, annihilate me.

Who can understand my abominable anguish? Who can understand the emotion of a man, of a healthy mind, wide awake, full of reason, who looks through the glass of a carafe, terrified that a little water has disappeared while he slept.