xxxxxxxxxx‘And doom is luminous today’ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx“Physicists have broken through; some are dismayed to find xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe new air they inhabit xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThey share with poets. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxGovernments (who?) can misconstrue xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx…” (107)1 Not Faust nor Fludd need be surprised: engines of transmutation shudderingly overwhelmed by angry seas; salt sprouting by tonnes (a fortune in their day) where engineers are sending sea to bandage sea’s damage; sand in gears. xxxxAlchymists’ dreams had long lay dormant, but now the heartbroken Polish governess has left for Paris and physicists have broken through; some are dismayed to find a zircon staring back at them from rapidly shallowing…
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