Hapsburg Liebe, The Falling of a Leaf (1915)
“ His going mattered so little to anybody except himself; it mattered no more than the falling of a leaf.Why had he lived? He had not asked to come into the world; he had not asked for the responsibility of keeping the immortal spark in the house of clay. He felt rebellious for a while; then he listened to Charley Abbott’s gentle persuasion and resigned himself with a certain vague hopefulness. To him Abbott was a god; he worshipped Abbott; no other person, in all his life, had even been a friend to him.One afternoon in August Breamer missed his youthful friend. ”
