• “I forget myself sometimes, but then I look up, as I am looking up now, and I see in my mind's eye a sheild, strangely changed by a rich encrusting of jewel-like barnacles and cold-water coral, with an eight foot tooth sticking right out of the middle of it. I reach out and the edge of that tooth is still so bitingly sharp after all these years that just a gentle brush with the fingers might send a rain of blood down on these pages. And I bend my head, not too close, and I am sure I can hear, very faintly:

    Once I set the sea alight
    With a single fiery breath....
    Once I was so mighty that I thought
    My name was Death....
    Sing out loud until you're eaten,
    Song of melancholy blisss,
    For the mighty and the middling
    All shall come to THIS....


    The Supper is still singing.”

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