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536 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1929
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“In Xandadu did Kubla Kahn A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea. . . “ It was a new music, utterly unknown to him, but to which the hidden chords of his soul at once vibrated. It was something for him—something the intimately belonged to him. What had ever known of poetry before?”
“That? Why—but Coleridge, of course!” She chanted softly after him: ‘Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea.’”
Deat had simply closed the book in which he had long ago read the last word.
...the creator of imaginary beings must always feel alone among the real ones.