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... But see, amid the mimic rout, a crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out the scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs the mimes become its food, and seraphs sob at vermin fangs in human gore imbued. Out—out are the lights—out all! and, over each quivering form, the curtain, a funeral pall, comes down with the rush of a storm, while the angels, all pallid and wan, uprising, unveiling, affirm that the play is the tragedy, “Man,” and its hero, the Conqueror Worm. Edgar Allan Poe (1946) (all bodily appendages UPPP)
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 16:57:45 +0000

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