By William Richard Lethaby
Structure Mysticism And fantasy seems to be on the symbolism of structure, either in genuine existence and in delusion. absolutely illustrated, chapters comprise the area cloth, The Microcosmos, The Planetary Spheres, The Labyrinth, 4 sq. and the logo Of construction.
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There is no sound, for the sound is the absence of sound. A deep, waiting silence. Everyone is outside, somewhere else. Perhaps my mother is in the garden, standing near the wisteria or picking cucum bers under the living Christmas tree we planted when I was seven; my father is raking leaves in his khaki pants and white V-necked Tshirt; my brother is not yet born, or he’s in my mother’s womb wait ing for the world, or perhaps he has arrived and toddles near my father, mimicking the sweep of the rake through the summer, winter, fall, spring leaves.
I don’t remember what I said to him. What I always said, I sup pose: We got a call, neighbors are concerned, can we come in and talk, we’re just here to help. His face didn’t even twitch. He just looked at me with those eyes, his inner eyebrows raised slightly, and my dread deepened. “Could you step away from the door, sir. ” No response. I was vaguely aware of Sarah speaking into the portable radio, asking for backup in a low but urgent whisper. I wasn’t sure how we’d all fit or where, but more officers seemed like a good idea.
His dirtyblond hair was shoulder-length, his eyes flat. Behind him, against the far wall, a woman with long, black hair paced back and forth. Her face was puffy and bleeding, her expression crimped with fear. I don’t remember what I said to him. What I always said, I sup pose: We got a call, neighbors are concerned, can we come in and talk, we’re just here to help. His face didn’t even twitch. He just looked at me with those eyes, his inner eyebrows raised slightly, and my dread deepened. “Could you step away from the door, sir.