PART FOUR

THE GOLD PAGES

Goddess, as soon as I saw you with my own eyes

I knew your divinity—but you gave me no truth.

Yet by aegis-wielding Zeus I beg thee—

do not make me live on, impotent, among men.

Have mercy on me, for well I know

the man who lies with immortal goddesses

is never left unharmed.

—Homer, “Hymn to Aphrodite”


A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know.

—Diane Arbus


There lived an old woman

Under a hill

And if she’s not gone

She lives there still

—Mother Goose

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