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@@ -2,8 +2,12 @@
 \pagestyle{plain}
 \label{notes}
 
-\paragraph{Page \pageref{prophet}}
-From \emph{The Prophet.}
+\paragraph{Page \pageref{prophet}} 
+\emph{But you are eternity and you are the mirror.}
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent From \emph{The Prophet.}
 
 I had originlly intended to use the lyrics from the hymn titled ``Idumea'', which is included in the next appendix, but– ah! For some reason, it did not fit. I could not tell you why, dear reader. Perhaps it was the strong Christian nature of the text after a certain point, which fit strangely for the Odists, notably Jewish as they are. It, after all, is what spurred the language at the end of my\ldots we shall call it a little meltdown at the end, there, yes?
 
@@ -12,10 +16,14 @@ Perhaps it was that, as the story filled out within the middle, it just did not
 No. Instead, I chose the words of Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved. The Woman was life and she was the veil. We are eternity and the System is the mirror.\pagebreak
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{pinocchio}}
-Cf. Collodi:
+\emph{Once upon a time there was–}
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent Cf. Collodi:
 
 \begin{quote}
-Once upon a time there was—
+Once upon a time there was–
 
 ``A king?'' my little readers will immediately say.
 
@@ -33,7 +41,11 @@ I spoke of this with writer friends, and one of them, the ever delightful Seras
 Now here I am, once more coming down from my overflow, once more feeling somewhat grounded, the world around once more made of things which are not yet more words, and I have to contend with the reality that this remains, for the most part, a funny little note, and that this story no longer quite reads as that real-boy-to-inanimate-tree pipeline, tired trope that I am sure it is.
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{rilke-circles}}
-From Rilke:
+[\ldots] \emph{am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?}
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent From Rilke:
 
 \begin{verse}
 Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen,\\
@@ -59,8 +71,53 @@ and I still don't know: am I a falcon,\\
 a storm, or a great song? 
 \end{verse}
 
+\paragraph{Pages \pageref{paz1}, \pageref{paz2}, and \pageref{paz3}}
+[\ldots] \emph{as the poet says, shared} [\ldots]
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent Cf. Paz:
+
+\begin{verse}
+Tendidos en la yerba \\
+una muchacha y un muchacho.\\
+Comen naranjas, cambian besos\\
+como las olas cambian sus espumas.
+
+Tendido en la playa\\
+una muchacha y un muchacho.\\
+Comen limones, cambian beso\\
+como las nubes cambian espumas.
+
+Tendidos bajo tierra\\
+una muchacha y un muchacho.\\
+No dicen nada, no se besan,\\
+cambian silencio por silencio.
+
+\secdiv
+
+Lying in the grass\\
+a girl and a boy.\\
+Eating oranges, exchanging kisses\\
+like the waves exchanging their foam.
+
+Lying on the beach\\
+a girl and a boy.\\
+Eating limes, exchanging kisses\\
+like the clouds exchanging foam.
+
+Lying underground\\
+a girl and a boy.\\
+Saying nothing, nor kissing\\
+exchanging silence for silence.
+\end{verse}
+
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{timo}}
-Cf. my own work:
+[\ldots] \emph{there was a spot between joy and fear, a place of too much meaning} [\ldots]
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent Cf. my own work:
 
 \begin{verse}
 Inter ĝuo kaj timo\\
@@ -87,7 +144,11 @@ Unmoving and always changing.
 \end{verse}
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{blake}}
-From Blake:
+[\ldots] \emph{a Blakean energetic hell.}
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent From Blake:
 
 \begin{quote}
 Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.
@@ -96,7 +157,11 @@ From these contraries spring what the religious call Good and Evil. Good is the
 \end{quote}
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{tree-writing}}
-I have dreamed of turning into a tree for years and years and years and years and years, now.
+[\ldots] \emph{that has been my dream.}
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent I have dreamed of turning into a tree for years and years and years and years and years, now.
 
 For instance, I have written here that I put this dream into verse, and this is true, for here is a segment from a longer work:
 
@@ -173,7 +238,11 @@ And yet, ah–! When writing the final chapter, even through the heat of the mom
 I strive still to stifle that puritanical worrywart within, even so many years on.
 
 \paragraph{Page \pageref{nasturtiums}}
-The Musician shared with me a letter and My Friend several journal entries, but, ah–! If I share them here, I will fall once more to crying. You may find them in their entirety in \emph{Marsh}, a work written by a braver me.
+[\ldots] \emph{perhaps columbines perhaps nasturtiums} [\ldots]
+
+\vspace{1em}
+
+\noindent The Musician shared with me a letter and My Friend several journal entries, but, ah–! If I share them here, I will fall once more to crying. You may find them in their entirety in \emph{Marsh}, a work written by a braver me.
 
 I will say, however, that that letter surrounded nasturtiums and was written the night Muse quit, and those diary entries were written by My Friend, a recounting of Beckoning's memories, to comfort The Musician in her grief.