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House of Leaves Part 41

Sylvia Plath "The Night Dances"

Gilgamesh listened and his tears flowed. He opened his mouth and spoke to Enkidu: "Who is there in strong-walled Uruk who has wisdom like this? Strange things have been spoken, why does your heart speak strangely? The dream was marvelous but the terror was great; we must treasure the dream whatever the terror; for the dream has shown that misery comes at last to the healthy man, the end of life is sorrow..."

Again The Epic of Gilgamesh I am missing innumerable shades-they were so fine, so difficult to render in colourless words.

Joseph Teodor Korzeniowski Lord Jim Hige sceal Je heardra, heorte e cenre, mod sceal J>e mare, Je Ure mzgen ltla [447-By as much as our might may diminish, we will harden our minds, fill our hearts, and Increase our courage." - Ed.]

The Battle of Maldon I wished to show that space-time is not necessarily something to which one can ascribe a separate existence, independently of the actual objects of physical reality. Physical objects are not in space, but these objects are spatially extended. In this way the concept of "empty space" loses its meaning.

Albert Einstein "Note to the Fifteenth Edition"

Relativity: The Special and General Theory Let us space.

Jacques Demda Glas L 'odeur du silence ext si vieille. [448- "The odor of silence Is so old." - Ed.]

O. W. De L. Milosz For all the voice in answer he could wake Was but the mocking echo of his own From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.

Some morning from the boulder-broken beach He would cry out on life, that what it wants Is not its own love back in copy speech, But counter-love, original response.

And then in the far-distant water splashed, But after a time allowed for it to swim, Instead of proving human when it neared And someone else additional to him, As a great buck it powerfully appeared, Pushing the crumpled water up ahead...

Robert Frost "The Most of It"

All that I have said and done, Now that I am old and ill, Turns into a question till I lie awake night after night And never get the answers right.

Did that play of mind send out Certain men the English shot?

Did words of mine put too great strain On that woman's reeling brain?

Could my spoken words have checked That whereby a house lay wrecked?

William Butler Yeats "Man and the Echo"

Have not we too?-yes, we have Answers, and we know not whence; Echoes from beyond the grave, Recognised intelligence!

Such rebounds our inward ear Catches sometimes from afar - Listen, ponder, hold them dear; For of God,-of God they are.

William Wordsworth "Yes, It Was the Mountain Echo"

"Love should be put into action!"

screamed the old hermit.

Across the pond an echo tried and tried to confirm it.

Elizabeth Bishop "Chemin de Fer"

When I came back from death it was morning the back door was open and one of the buttons of my shirt had disappeared.

Derick Thomson Return from Death Thou Echo, thou art mortal, all men know.

Echo. No.

Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?

Echo. Leaves.

And are there any leaves, that still abide?

Echo. Bide.

What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.

Echo. Holy.

Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?

Echo. Yes.

Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?

Echo. Light.

George Herbert "Heaven"

L 'amour n 'est pas consolation, ii est lumiere." [449- "Love is not consolation, it Is light." - Ed.]

Simone Weil Cahier VI (K6) Of what is this house composed if not of the sun.

Wallace Stevens "An Ordinary Evening in New Haven"

We tell you, tapping on our brows, The story as it should be, - As if the story of a house Were told, or ever could be.

Edwin Arlington Robinson "Eros Turannos"

Should not every apartment in which man dwells be lofty enough to create some obscurity overhead, where flickering shadows may play at evening about the rafters?

Henry David Thoreau Walden Werjetzt kein Haus hat, baut sich keines mehr. [450- "Whoever has no house now, will never have one." - Ed.]

Rainer Maria Rilke "Autumn Day"

I have brought the great bail of crystal; who can lift it?

Can you enter the great acorn of light?

But the beauty is not the madness Tho' my errors and wrecks lie about me.

And I am not a demigod, I cannot make it cohere.

If love be not in the house there is nothing.

Ezra Pound "Canto CXVI"

Yeah well, sometimes nothing can be a real cool hand.

Donn Pearce and Frank R. Pierson.

Cool Hand Luke.