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"As for the rest of the world, and it's grievous woes, we put aside what we could not prevent or cure...What if. Forget it. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale."

"Wherever we taste the truth, God is there."

"...and the principal question
Aboot a work o' art is frae hoo deep
A life it springs - and syne hoo faur
Up frae't it has the poo'er to leap."

- Hugh MacDiarmid quotation

"And what may else be remedy or cure
To evils which our own misdeeds have wrought,
He will instruct us praying, and of grace
Beseeching him, so as we need not fear
To pass commodiously this life, sustained
By him with many comforts, till we end
In dust, our final rest and native home."

(Book XI)

"I stepped out...to find the land swathed in a repertoire of the most profound stillnesses."

"When the deer on this summer mountain raise
Their ears and look my way, I stop- knowing they will run
If I don't. A family of animals all of a kind.
We are the same in the same world. Same color
And stillness. Similar in our foreignness.
Foreignness married by air. This is as close
As we will come. This is the edge of not running."

"It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
...
Time to plant tears, says the almanac."

"However I with thee have fixed my lot,
Certain to undergo like doom, if death
Consort with thee, death is to me as life;
Do forcible within my heart I feel
The bond of nature draw me to my own,
My own in thee, for what thou art is mine;
Our state cannot be severed, we are one,
One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself."

Adam to Eve when he fixes on eating the fruit after she has (also fixing on his death). Wow.

"Contour of a person so different from what you can get into bits of speech"

"Sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in but what was worn and hackneyed out of all sense and meaning."

This re-read is doing so many things for me on so many levels, I'm discovering new things in phrases I've read so many times before!

"Do you see it as a room or a sponge or
a careless sleeve wiping out half the black-
board by mistake or a burgundy mark stamped
On the bottles of our minds what is the nature
Of the dance called memory"

This book has been making itself impossible not to love since page one. I'm so glad I'm finally getting around to it (as I intended to read it for Victober and never did).