![]() They come in making a riotous and unruly noise, with Torches in their hands. Comus enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, his Glass in the other with him a rout of Monsters, headed like sundry sorts of wild Beasts. Behold, no one who goes can come back again. Make holiday and weary not therein! Behold, it is not given to a man to take his property with him. No one returns from there, so that he might tell us their disposition, that he might tell us how they are, that he might still our hearts until we shall go to the place where they have gone. What are their places now? Their walls are crumbled, their places are non-existent, as if they had never been. ![]() What has been done with them? I have heard the words of Imhotep and Hardedef, with whose sayings men speak so much. They that build buildings, their places are no more. Generations pass away and others go on, since the time of the ancestors. ![]() Creatures of Light and Darkness Roger Zelazny ![]()
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