The world is flesh dissolving off a skull. Birth is but the breeding of maggots therein. Already the skull's teeth stand forth uncovered by lips, and crows have left its eyesockets empty. Soon wind will blow through all the bones. He is waiting for me, he is waiting on the hill where the mist blows ragged, for nine hundred years has he waited. The black cock crows --
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This quote was added November 29, 2007.