Wednesday, July 31, 2013


In beauty of face no maiden ever equaled her.
It was the radiance of an opium-dream,
an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine
than fantasies which hovered about the slumbering souls
of the daughters of Delos.

Edgar Allan Poe, Ligeia 

They sent forth men to battle,
but no such men return;
and home, to claim their welcome,
come ashes in an urn.

Aeschylus, Agamemnon 

Charles Brokaw, The Lucifer Code

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