I always wanted a perfect ending to Anna Karenina.
Not reborn, not clothed. It's an index of some obscure obsession,
The original, the future, the obsession of the sad and living soul that fell under the train.
"She has learned to be smart, but she is still herself.
She received the officer's everlasting love.
With this eternal affection,
And forever broken on the icy track,
Under the hot and noisy wheels. "