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“The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die.”

Via the Laudator: Hilaire Belloc (1870-1953), January: It freezes—all across a soundless sky The birds go home. The governing dark’s begun: The steadfast dark that waits not for a sun; The ultimate dark wherein the race shall die. Death, with … Continue reading

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