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by Cearnach » Thu May 28, 2020 1:52 am
The City of London is a tiny place compared to the modern metropolis, but it was also by far the largest city in England at the time. In its streets are many wonders both strange and terrible. This forum is a space for you and I to arrange encounters of almost any stripe within Lud's walls. Have fun! But beware the mob.
Gm * Man of Angles * Sionnach * Scealai *
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,/Every poem an epitaph. And any action/Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat/Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:/See, they depart, and we go with them./We are born with the dead:/See, they return, and bring us with them./The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree/Are of equal duration. A people without history/Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern/Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails/On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel/History is now and England --Eliot,
Little Gidding
