September 2010
25 posts
“These burning fits but meteors be,
Whose matter in thee is soon...”
– http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/feaver.htm
‘Snowman, oh Snowman,’ they’re singing, less to him than to one another. To them his name is just two syllables. They don’t know what a snowman is, they’ve never seen snow. It was one of Crake’s rules that no name could be chosen for which a physical equivalent — even stuffed, even skeletal — could not be demonstrated. No unicorns, no griffins, no manticores or basilisks....
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; ...
