And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
One becomes so tender, fears that a shadow falling on the paper might hurt it.
His richly philosophical intellect was not at any time affected by unrealities. To the substances of terror he was sufficiently alive, but of its shadows he had not apprehension.
that is, progression forward from this place is a mistake that follows thinking as the shadow that thinking itself casts.
And yet their tongues could blacken deeper black / The shadow of my shadow, to make me / Hateful to the very unborn and the dead. / To what misdeed are you lending your hand? / Have I lived too long for my murderers? / Are you the bloodhound on the bloody track / Sent to cut down the suffering beast at last / Before it turns to rip apart their dogs?
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charles robinson, 1870–1937



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James and the Giant Peach illustrated by Nancy Ekholm Burkert
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