Bones and Silence

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We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference descends. The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams: rubs features from faces. People might walk through me . . . We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

VIRGINIA WOOLF, The Waves

part one

 God: First when I wrought this world so wide, Wood and wind and waters wan, Heaven and hell was not to hide, With herbs and grass thus I began. In endless bliss to be and bide And to my likeness made I man, Lord and sire on ilka side Of all middle earth I made him then.

A woman also with him wrought I, All in law to lead their life, I bade them wax and multiply, To fulfil this world, without strife. Sithen have men wrought so woefully And sin is now reigning so rife, That me repents and rues forthy That ever I made either man or wife.

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