...But of these sophisms and elenchs of merchandise I skill not...
Milton, Areopagitica
Except he had found the
standing sea-rock that even this last
Temptation breaks on; quieter than death but lovelier; peace
that quiets the desire even of praising it.
Jeffers, Meditation On Saviors
"Every morning someone leaves a lit cigarette in the incense tray at the base of the stone," says Lindsey Powell, shaking his head. "I've never seen this person, this ghost. It's like an informal tribute to the dead, or a bit of contraband, an offering across time."
Metropolis May 9, 2003
still here 21:54
