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Nora, I would make, and you, destroy! 
Always those two powers in us, fighting against the other — Siva and Vichnu, Osiris and Thoth,— And which I was happy, I won; and when I was tired and sad, you won.

For notice that any cry of desire was to destroy my work that I had made - the horrible barren destruction that has no element of new life in it — annihilation.
I never felt that before.

Ah, that is an enemy — not an open one, but one insidious and deadly and in the end, fatal. It is not an armed foe who has power, but a beautiful poisonous thing, unprotected itself — Imagine fighting it, imagine hurting it if you could— if you would! Why, it makes you laugh with a horrible despair, all the more, if you had never known anything like it before—