Chapter

 1 1|    The dull apathy of the suicide had made his forehead so
 2 1|  great and terrible about suicide. Most people's downfalls
 3 1|   one remembers all this, suicide looms large. Between a self-sought
 4 1| and vain endeavors! Every suicide is an awful poem of sorrow.
 5 1| the oppressive thought of suicide, and his eyes rose to the
 6 1|   to die; very well, your suicide is only put off for a time." ~
 7 2|   again for the reason of suicide that hangs over me, that
 8 2| men, I have pondered over suicide. Which of us hasn't killed
 9 2| went on, 'this protracted suicide has nothing in common with
10 2|  accomplish my destiny of suicide. During the last days of