I can stay no longer now, O Ceres, for I must leap into the sunshine. […] Every one who saw him loved him; but he seemed to have no heart, for he loved no one but himself. […] I love you, and will do you no harm. […] And at last, it no longer seemed so dreadful a thing. […] So. they grew very old — so old that life no longer seemed beautiful to them, and they no longer cared to live.