I looked at those great glowing stars and I felt the warm wind on my cheeks and I breathed deep and every bit of me inside myself said, 'How beautiful

It is not beautiful

You read my thoughts, Mr. Rolland

It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer. Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand.

That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies

Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand.
There's no beauty here, only death and decay...
Everything good dies here, even the stars

There was cruelty and hardness in his voice. Yet something about him I liked
something clean and honest
but hurt, badly hurt