A story well told informs us not only that certain things may have happened but what it is to know that such things may have happened.
A story well told informs us not only that certain things may have happened but what it is to know that such things may have happened.
“The censer sways
And glowing coals some art have
To free what frankincense before held fast
Till all the summer of the eastern farms
Doth dim the sense, and dream up through the light,
As memory, by new-born love corrected—
With savour such as only new love knoweth—
Through swift dim ways the hidden pasts recalleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”