It blew up into the hills on the old terrors, the old lusts, the old despairs. It is as though time, no longer running straight before us in a diminishing line, now runs parallel between us like a looping string, the distance being the doubling accretion of the thread an not the interval between." "It is as though the space between us were time: an irrevocable quality.I knew that as plain on that day as I knew about Dewey Dell on that day."
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