I belonged now to the raging mass of people and the dead lying, like rests in the music, upon the ground. I knew the mad language which created with words, without using reason, has a new shape of reason; as the blind fashion from touch an effective shape of the sight denied them.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Faces in the Water - Pg 107
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