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  • Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.

    Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1826). “The last man, by the author of Frankenstein”, p.197