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I was standing over her. I was watching her, and her momentary pain meant nothing in light of the vow that I was speaking to her now. No words again, just the silent thrust of it, and the question, more immense than could ever be put into words, Do you want to come with me now? DO YOU WANT TO COME WITH ME INTO THIS NOW? I hide nothing from you, not my ignorance, not my fear, not the simple terror that if I try I might fail. I do not even know if it is mine to give more than once, or what is the price of giving it, but I will risk this for you, and we will discover it together, whatever the mystery and the terror, just as I’ve discovered alone all else. With her whole being she said Yes.

My favorite, beautiful cover of the third volume of "The Count of Monte Cristo". Dark, luxurious. And just look at this crazy amount of detail, at every pearl on the clothes… You can examine it with a magnifying glass. I literally sat for a hundred hours, studying the material part, to understand what could have been lying on the Count's table.

Skeret: behind the curtain on the right, a flight of stairs leading into the depths of the house should have been visible, but they asked to remove it. But it is there, behind the curtain! Know about it. And next to the girl in the armchair there should have been delightful nineteenth-century lamps. Because the Count is rich and can afford newfangled things.

Odysseus and Nausicaa