And what ideas did you expect to come
from all this dicipline, all this order
you've imposed upon your sloth and passion?
What did you think you would accomplish
with a heart your suffering couldn't reach,
a mind aloof to what it could not fathom?

Not a day went by without a line, not an
evening without music, nor a night with
too much wine. Every moment measured against
the sadness that you feared would undermine
the conceptual machinery of your body,
the emotional apparatus of your soul.

Had you only had the courage to give in
to curiosity — the proximity of sin!