I marvelled that other men should live, because he, whom I had loved as if he would never die, was dead. I marvelled more that I, his second self, could live when he was dead. Well has someone said of his friend that he is half his soul. For I thought that my soul and his soul were but one soul in two bodies. Therefore, my life was a horror to me, because I would not live but as a half. Perhaps because of this I feared to die, lest he whom I had loved so much should wholly die.