Lonely and lost soul, I flew away to rock-hewn solitude, alone in desert land, so much did I loathe the company of better souls as I bore again my pain; to sit in remorse, no comfort found, dancing damned with demon band. 694 more words
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In case readers should think that the Witch of Worcester is possessed by some “deviltry”, to quote the 20th century Anglican theologian, Oxford scholar and fantasy writer C S Lewis, she would like to reassure them that this is most certainly not the case. 57 more words
When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.
– Horace Walpole
My intellect would wish for a clear-cut universe with no dim corners, but there are all these cobwebs in the cosmos. 2,959 more words