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Purchased because I wanted to treat myself to an odd little book. Owner of the second-hand book shop said it was a good choice and that it had the most beautiful description of a dying moth I'd ever read.
He was correct.
— Apr 14, 2026 01:45PM
He was correct.
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DB Graves
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This will all be a dream, an anecdote, something to tell your husband one night: I was burned. Or if you're scarred, you're scarred. People love the good not much less than the beautiful, and the happy as well, or even just the living, for the world of it all, and heart's home. ... Mornings you'll whistle, full of the pleasure of days, and afternoons this or that, and nights cry love...
— Apr 14, 2026 02:06PM
This will all be a dream, an anecdote, something to tell your husband one night: I was burned. Or if you're scarred, you're scarred. People love the good not much less than the beautiful, and the happy as well, or even just the living, for the world of it all, and heart's home. ... Mornings you'll whistle, full of the pleasure of days, and afternoons this or that, and nights cry love...
DB Graves
is on page 74 of 76
Happy birthday, little one and wise; you got there early, the easy way. The world knew you before you knew the world. The gods in their boyish, brutal games bore you like a torch, a firebrand, recklessly over the heavens, to the glance of the one God, fathomless and mild, dissolving you into the sheets.
— Apr 14, 2026 02:00PM
Happy birthday, little one and wise; you got there early, the easy way. The world knew you before you knew the world. The gods in their boyish, brutal games bore you like a torch, a firebrand, recklessly over the heavens, to the glance of the one God, fathomless and mild, dissolving you into the sheets.
DB Graves
is on page 62 of 76
We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of light uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.
— Apr 14, 2026 01:56PM
We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of light uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.
DB Graves
is on page 61 of 76
pg 60: ...meagre, baffling, and infuriating answers to one of the few questions worth asking, to wit, What in the Sam Hill is going on here?
pg 61: We do need reminding, not of what God can do, but of what he cannot do, or will not, which is to catch time in its free fall and stick a nickel's worth of sense into our days.
— Apr 14, 2026 01:53PM
pg 61: We do need reminding, not of what God can do, but of what he cannot do, or will not, which is to catch time in its free fall and stick a nickel's worth of sense into our days.
