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And death was there, and the germs of nonentity flourishing, and a mesmerism, and a dumbness, whose realm was confirmed, and its government growing old. - M. P. Shiel

La morte era lì, lì fiorivano i germi dell'inesistenza, e un mesmerismo, e una taciturnità, il cui regno sembrava confermato, e vecchio ormai il suo governo. - M. P. Shiel
We live between two worlds; we soar in the atmosphere; we creep upon the soil; we have the aspirations of creators and the propensities of quadrupeds Paintings by Carol Prusa (via but does it float)

We live between two worlds; we soar in the atmosphere; we creep upon the soil; we have the aspirations of creators and the propensities of quadrupeds

Paintings by Carol Prusa (via but does it float)

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