Showing posts with label edgar poe. Show all posts
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such were the images which paraded before my eyes

the realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, - not the material of my every-day existence - but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.edgar allan poe - berenice - a tale - 1835here began for me what i shall call the overflow of dream into real life. from this point on, everything at times

it does not permit itself to be read (interval of a glance)

david lean: oliver twist, 1948, dp: guy greenas the night deepened, so deepened to me the interest of the scene; for not only did the general character of the crowd materially alter (its gentler features retiring in the gradual withdrawal of the more orderly portion of the people, and its harsher ones coming out into bolder relief, as the late hour brought forth every species of infamy from its