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Расплясались, разгулялись бесы
По России вдоль и поперек.
Рвет и крутит снежные завесы
Выстуженный северовосток.
...
Нам ли весить замысел Господний?
Всё поймем, всё вынесем, любя, -
Жгучий ветр полярной преисподней,
Божий Бич! приветствую тебя.
When, in our whole lives, did we honestly face, in solitude, the one question on which all turned: whether after all the Supernatural might not in fact occur? - The Great Divorce, Pg 13.
"I am not trying to make any point," said the Spirit. "I am telling you to repent and believe." - Ibid.
"When you painted on earth-at least in your earlier days-it was because you caught glimpses of Heaven in the earthly landscape. The success of your painting was that it enabled others to see the glimpses too. But here you are having the thing itself. It is from here that the messages came. There is no good telling us about this country, for we see it already. In fact we see it better than you do."
...love is a bodily infirmity, from which humankind can no more escape than from small-pox; and which attacks every one of us ... which breaks out the deuce knows how or why... - Catherine: A Story, by William Thackeray