Γλώσσα προορισμού: Αγγλικά
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the orders
of Angels? And even if one should suddenly
hold me to his Heart, I would fade back before
his stronger Existence. For Beauty is nothing
but the beginning edge of the Dread we may barely endure,
and which we admire too, because it quietly disdains
to annihilate us. Every Angel is dreadful.