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g. 323

A list of 6 words by wildrose.

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The autumn and winter winds and the lashing rain storms and the very cold of those seasons, for all their barbarism, were of a spleen that voiced the heart. Their passions were allied to human passions - their cries to human cries.

But it was otherwise with this slow pulp of summer, this drag of heat, with the incurious yellow eye within it, floating monotonously, day after day.

At the river's edge the shallow water stank and mists of insects drifted over the scum, spinning their cry of far forgotten worlds, thinner than needles.

- M. Peake

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  • jennarenn commented on the list g-323

    What a lovely prosie! What does the title stand for?

    July 6, 2007

  • wildrose commented on the list g-323

    It is something I remember from Mervyn Peake's Titus cycle (from which I have memorised entirely too much) the tile is where it comes from (Gormenghast, 323).

    July 6, 2007