Sublime

[here occurs an illegible word],

yet nought avail'd His gold to save him from the doom of death;

‘Arma virumque cano,’ began the harsh voice in the darkness, as some recollection of Diana’s mad cousin set Stephen’s memory in motion. ‘Well, thank God we are in Latin again,’ said Jack. ‘Long may it last.’ Long indeed; it lasted until the Equatorial Channel itself, when the morning watch heard the ominous words: ‘… ast illi solvuntur frigore memb

“Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now, and we will never be here again.” —Homer, The Iliad

Madness in great ones must not unwatched go.

But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.

What the prophets were to morality, so too were the poets to beauty.