Bitter-Sweet Comments

How long I sat before that slender goblet, knowing well that I must sup! How long I sat in wonderment! Fragile was I, and fearful, my lips thirsting for the contact, my will strong, my desire beckoning me. Yet before me was the wine untouched, and I shrank, fearful that I lay my lips upon its brim.

And the hot winds rose and enwrapped me, and my tongue was parched and my thirst was sore, and the goblet
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