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In a glass darkly…

„So, dejected and agitated, I passed from that terrible house, and its dark canopy of elms, and I hope I shall never see it more. While I write to you I feel like a man who has but half waked from a frightful and monotonous dream. My memory rejects the picture with incredulity and horror. Yet I know it is true. (…) Thus we find strange bedfellows, and the mortal and immortal prematurely make acquaintance.“     Sheridan Le Fanu: Green Tea.

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