Practice Typing

Never for one minute have I taken you for reality, Ivan cried with a sort of fury. You are a lie, you are my illness, you are a phantom. Its only that I dont know how to destroy you and I see I must suffer for a time. You are my hallucination. You are the incarnation of myself, but only of one side of me ... of my thoughts and feelings, but only the nastiest and stupidest of them.