PART FIVE

THE RED PAGES

The radiant car your sparrows drew

You gave the word and swift they flew,

Through liquid air they wing’d their way,

I saw their quivering pinions play;

To my plain roof they bore their queen,

Of aspect mild, and look serene.

—Sappho, “Hymn to Aphrodite”


In the end, everything is a gag.

—Charlie Chaplin

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