Bring me my rose-buds, drawer, come; So while I thus sit crown’d, I’ll drink the aged Cecubum, Until the roof turn round.
“In my verbal recount of an image, no matter how complete I make it, I am always aware of having left out some detail. A square inch of white porcelain has details enough to occupy the alert mind for hours. A human action is inconceivable!”
Samuel R. Delany
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