For pride, for potency, infinity,
All heights, all deeps, and all immensities,
Arrased with purple like the house of kings,
_To stall the grey-rat, and the carrion-worm_
_Statelily lodge..._
I accept your reminder, Jemima. I remember with humility that I, like
you, am only a link in the chain of the Great Mother of Mysteries,
who creates to devour and devours to create. I thank you, Jemima. And
driving in the fork and turning up the soil I seized a large fat worm. I
present you with this, Jemima, I said, as a mark of my esteem...
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