M&DATD

[alice malice]

Work. Yes, get to it. How the night makes Mason an audience before the
curtains of a spangled sky frecked with jet.  Against the day he works,
stumbling here, like a bumbling bee
against the pane that suffers against all parting.


On Sat, Feb 8, 2014 at 2:11 PM, Irving Schwartz <irving53irving at aim.com>wrote:

> From this morning's reading of M&D (Ch. 13, p. 125):
>
> Mason nods, gazing past the little Harbor, out to Sea. None of his
> business where Maskelyne goes, or comes,--- God let it remain so. The Stars
> wheel into the blackness of the broken steep Hills guarding the Mouth of
> the Valley. Fog begins to stir against the Day swelling near. Among the
> whiten'd Rock Walls of the Houses seethes a great Whisper of living Voice.
>
> "Shall we enter again the Atlantick Whore-House, find Breakfast, and get
> to work?"
>
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