"Sean Williams - Saturn Returns" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Sean)

ISBN: 978-0-441-01493-4
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For Shane Dix, brother of the art.
And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams, And my
dreams are wild dreams, and old dreams and new; They haunt me and daunt me
with fears of the morrow... I wander forever and dream as I go.
тАФHenry Lawson, "The Wander-Light"

Contents:

THIS WRECKAGE
THIS ELEGANT BITCH
THIS DYING MACHINE
THIS HUMAN CORROSION
THIS PRISON MOON
THAT TACITURN AND INVISIBLE GOD
Map of the Milky Way
Appendix A: Absolute Calendar
Appendix B: Glossary
Appendix C: "My Confession" All quotes attributed to Robert Charles Maturin
are taken from the first edition of Melmoth the Wanderer (1820), edited by
Victor Sage (Penguin Books, 2000). The planet Saturn takes 29.46 years to
circle the sun and, according to Astrological traditions, to return to the
House it occupied at the moment of an individual's birth. During a "Saturn
Return," the light of this cold and distant world shines on our lives,
encouraging us to examine our choices, our aspirations, and our
disappointments. It is a time of endings as well as beginnings, and will be
dreaded by those whose path through life has been ill chosen.

1 THIS WRECKAGE
The reks of art for ever decaying, тАФthe productions of nature for ever
renewed. тАФ Robert Charles Maturin


"I am not a decent man."
The words were spoken in response to a question Imre Bergamasc couldn't hear.
Although he knew they came from his own mouth, he knew also that the utterance
was a memory, not something occurring in his present. He wasn't talking to
anyone. He appeared, rather, to be lying on his back with his eyes closed, as
though he had just woken from a deep sleep, but fully dressed in a soft