It was not certain what significance the ceremony held... but the formality was no less sacred for it being unintelligible
Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.
I am the wilderness lost in man.
I was brooding, boy. Than which there is no richer pastime. It muffles one with rotting plumes. It gives forth sullen music. It is the smell of home.
Why break the heart that never beat from love?
The sun sank with a sob and darkness waded in from all horizons so that the sky contracted and there was no more light left in the world, when, at this very moment of annihilation, the moon, as though she had been waiting for her cue, sailed up the night.