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What an odd book

“The stars are shining all of them, but I can’t see any. She felt like a star invisible in daylight. Then her thought widened and the tension snapped as swiftly. It’s like a violin string. It’s like Fayne exactly.”

“Why when people don’t want things, do they keep them?”

“Her had realized that birds made a pattern, made a hieroglyphic for people, wise men, augurers. Fayne was a bird, that swallow, flown here simply. People would not see her or, seeing her, regarded her bitterly, as an outcast. Fayne was a swallow making a pattern across a window.”

“It is the pulsing of a willow, the faint note of some Sicilian shepherd. Your writing is the thin flute holding you to eternity. Take away your flute and you remain, lost in a world of unreality.”