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Late enough that you could catch the Underground.

"But Lovecraft seems not to have passed the final pylons of Initiation, as evidenced by his stories, and particularly his poems, in which, at the last dreadful encounter, he invariably recoiled, resolved not to know what horror lay concealed behind the mask of his most critical incarnation. He was haunted by his 'dweller on the threshold', failed to resolve the enigma of his own particular sphinx, and, because of this, no doubt, feared to use drugs in case his nightmare-vision swept him beyond the point of no recall. Understandably terrified of crossing the Abyss, he forever recoiled on the brink, and spent his life in a vain attempt to deny the potent Entities that moved him." --Kenneth Grant, The Magical Revival (1972)

Marie Curie's notebooks...are RADIOACTIVE & must be stored in a lead-lined box in the Bibliothèque Nationale.

"A Newly Discovered Poem by Sappho"

Girls, exquisite the gifts of the fragrant Muses:
snag them, and the clear melodious lyre;
weariness has settled in my marrow,
   whiteness in my hair.

Burdensome’s my will, and my trusty limbs
once so fain of the dance, have lost their candor.
Although I might complain like there’s any use--
   you know there isn’t.

They say Tithonus eloped with rose-armed Eos
out of crazy love, to the world’s far corner.
Fierce and toothsome then, but at last the sweeping
   frost came after him.

(2005)

Antony Gormley was in Cambridge this week to unveil his new sculpture titled 'True, for Alan Turing' which is now a permanent installation at King's College.