George Randolph Chester,
The Ball of Fire
“ You conceive it to be an ideal stage of existence, a mysterious something almost too delicate for perception by the human senses. I will teach you love, Gail! Look,” and he stretched up his firm arm, as if in his grip he already held the reins of the mighty empire he was hewing out for her. “Love is a thing of strength, of power, of desire which shakes, and burns, and consumes with fever! It is like the lust to kill! It whips, and it goads, and it drives! It creates! It puts new images into the brain; it puts new strength into sinews; it puts new life into the blood! ”
