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fantastic beings of some long ago
past anything the world of man recalls
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Created on 2012-10-09 12:26:46 (#1737795), last updated 2013-06-02 (628 weeks ago)
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| Name: | { KAWORU NAGISA ☄ TABRIS } |
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| Birthdate: | Sep 13 |
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{TABRIS, the final angel; تبريس} And there he sat, looking just like anybody - so natural and simple and charming, and chatting along again the same as ever, and - well, words cannot make you understand what we felt. It was an ecstasy; and an ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music, and one cannot tell about music so that another person can get the feeling of it. He was back in the old ages once more now, and making them live before us. He had seen so much, so much! It was just a wonder to look at him and try to think how it must seem to have such experience behind one. But it made you seem sorrowfully trivial, and the creature of a day, and such short and paltry day, too. And he didn't say anything to raise up your drooping pride - no, not a word. He always spoke of men in the same old indifferent way - just as one speaks of bricks and manure-piles and such things; you could see that they were of no consequence to him, one way or the other. He didn't mean to hurt us, you could see that; just as we don't mean to insult a brick when we disparage it; a brick's emotions are nothing to us; it never occurs to us to think whether it has any or not. - Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger |
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