"The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses. Spring, if it lingers more then a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer, to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer, soon in its turn, begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick, sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter- the hardest season, the most implacable- dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and seeks some opposition, to save it from itself. So August gave way to September and there were few complaints." -Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart 1986
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 08:09:51 +0000
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