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@ -12,7 +12,7 @@ Here, then, are the references as I remember them. I will apologize no further.
From *The Prophet.* From *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...we shall call it a little meltdown at the end, there, yes? I had originally intended to use the lyrics from the hymn titled "Idumea", which is included at the end of the text, 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...we shall call it a little meltdown at the end, there, yes?
Perhaps it was that, as the story filled out within the middle, it just did not fit. I, Rye, suffered, perhaps. I wailed, "What will become of me?" I am the one who was overcome by overflow. I promise you, my friends, I *promise* you, however, that this is not my story. The judgment is upon my head for what I have done, but it is not my story. This story belongs to The Woman. Perhaps it was that, as the story filled out within the middle, it just did not fit. I, Rye, suffered, perhaps. I wailed, "What will become of me?" I am the one who was overcome by overflow. I promise you, my friends, I *promise* you, however, that this is not my story. The judgment is upon my head for what I have done, but it is not my story. This story belongs to The Woman.
@ -190,7 +190,7 @@ Cf. William Shakespeare
#### \[...\] *through a glass darkly.* #### \[...\] *through a glass darkly.*
Cf. 1 Cor 13:11-13 (KJV) Cf. 1 Cor 13:12-13 (KJV)
> <sup>12</sup> For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. <sup>13</sup> And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. > <sup>12</sup> For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. <sup>13</sup> And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
@ -470,7 +470,7 @@ Is it so surprising, then, that after cross-tree merging had been introduced as
#### \[...\] *perhaps like those leaves that skitter within the city, that unreal city* \[...\] #### \[...\] *perhaps like those leaves that skitter within the city, that unreal city* \[...\]
Cf. Baudelaire via Eliot: Cf. Charles Baudelaire via Eliot:
> *Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,\ > *Fourmillante cité, cité pleine de rêves,\
> Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.* > Où le spectre en plein jour raccroche le passant.*
@ -482,7 +482,7 @@ Cf. Baudelaire via Eliot:
#### *She, then, like so many leaves* \[...\] #### *She, then, like so many leaves* \[...\]
Cf. Graves: Cf. Robert Graves:
> She, then, like snow in a dark night\ > She, then, like snow in a dark night\
> Fell secretly. > Fell secretly.