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"Finch doesn't draw directly on the old map because he doesn't want to forget the past. Hopes that one day that lost world will return. The overlay is only temporary, he keeps telling himself. Even as the changes become more and more permanent." --Jeff Vandermeer, Finch (2009)
"...omens of possibility."
"The Poet
He wasted richest gifts of God
But here's the limit of his woes.
Sleep rest him! See, above him grows
The very grass whereon he trod.
He walked with dæmons, ghouls, and things
Unsightly...terrors and despairs,
And ever in the blackened airs
A dismal raven flapt its wings.
Behold! within this narrow grave
Is shut the baser part of him.
Behold! he could not wholly dim
The genius gracious heaven gave,--
For strains of music here and there,
Weird murmurings, vague, prophetic tones,
Are blown across the silent zones
Forever in the midnight air."
--Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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