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Lyren the wise once told Eobanus Lassus if he stood unmoving, deep in a forest close by a lake, from sunset until sunrise, facing north with his hands at his sides and his head slightly bowed, a vehvoss—an angilach of the leaf—would grant him an audience. |
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| The words emanated from a pale, insubstantial husk upon the air, a husk that resembled the cast-off skin of a snake or the yet more fragile skin of a newt, diaphanous and yet flaccid, a form, a shape, a human transparency, limned upon the darkness above the great chair to the left of the fireplace. […] No sooner were these words uttered, than a simulacrum in human form, seated opposite to the shade of the Rector returned a bitter response. — Chapter I: The Will LIBRARY OF CONGRESS IMAGE USEDINTERNET ARCHIVE IMAGE USED |
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| Its primordial goodness warring forever against its primordial evil holds life up only by vast excess of energy and by oceans of lavish waste. Even though the cry of a particular creature may reach the First Cause, there is always a danger of its being intercepted by the evil will of this vast Janus-faced Force. […] “It is extraordinary that we should ever have met!” These words, uttered by John in a moment of relaxed gratefulness, struck the attention of that solitary ash tree in Water-ditch Field with what in trees corresponds to human irony. Five times in its life of a hundred and thirty years had the ash tree of Water-ditch Field heard those words uttered by living organisms. — Chapter II: The River |
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| One night, when the period of mourning was done, as I lay dreaming on the flour sacks, there came the Spirit of Evil himself and said to me, “Gimpel, why do you sleep?”
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| Amid thick forests and deep swamps, on the slope of a hill, level at the summit, lay the village of Frampol.
— The Gentleman from Cracow This is the first non-digital pen and ink drawing I’ve made in quite a long time. My hand hurts. An odd thing: Working on a computer has become so ingrained that when I drew a pen stroke I didn’t like my left hand actually reached out instinctively to hit ctrl-z on a non-existent keyboard hard-wired inside my head. |
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| Ganesh, Quagmire, & Jesus
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| It was not until he had almost finished washing that he noticed it. He stood for a long time, water running over his hands, staring silently down, unable to speak. His fingernails were gone. He looked up in the mirror, breathing quickly. Suddenly he grabbed at his hair. Handfuls of hair came out, great bunches of light brown hair. Hair and nails… — The Infinites With apologies to Charles Burns for trying on his shoes and finding them a thousand sizes too large. |
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| Later, he sat at his desk, the spray gun beside him, heavy-duty steel and copper. He touched its damp surface with his fingers. Seven o’clock. Behind him the radio played softly. He reached over and moved the desk lamp so that it shone on the floor beside the desk. — Expendable |
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| In the dark room a withered old man lay, propped up on endless pillows. At first it seemed as if he were asleep; there was no motion or sign of life. But after a time Kramer saw with a faint shock that the old man was watching them, intently, his eyes fixed on them, unmoving, unwinking.
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| And when the church bells rang he would stop his ears and scream, and the grey cat that dwelt with him would howl in unison till the last peal died reverberantly away.
— The Descendant |
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| My friend was dying when I spoke to him, and he could not answer coherently. All he could do was to whisper, “The amulet—that damned thing—”
— The Hound |
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| There were the arches, pillars, marbles, hangings, etc. of the most exquisite palace imaginable, and wherever he looked he saw a tiger-skin, and on every tiger-skin there reclined a young woman of surpassing beauty who was certainly not vulgarly over-dressed.
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| He had those huge and clumsy hands which can be an asset to a doctor in a small upstate town where people still retain a rural relish for paradox, thinking that the more apelike the paw, the more precise it can be in the delicate business of a tonsillectomy.
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