“Gold to airy thinness beat.”
“How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.”
“Ultimately the airIs bare sunlight where must be foundThe lyric valuable.”
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“Up the airy mountain,Down the rushy glen,We daren't go a-huntingFor fear of little men.”
“The happy passive nature, locked up with itself like a mirror in an airy room, reflects what goes on but demands not to be approached.”