Monday, December 21, 2009

Knut Hamsun

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me... everything was silent — everything. But up in the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent. I listened so long to this ceaseless faint murmur that it began to bewilder me; it was surely a symphony from the rolling spheres above. Stars that intone a song. . . .

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