Here too was the terrifying fixed curve of the infinite, the creeping curve of logic which at least must become the final signpost at the edge of nothing. After that - the deluge. The great white light of annihilation. The bright flash of death... ("Mr. Arcularis")
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Nocturne of Remembered Spring: And Other Poems (Aiken 1917) (available online at archive. archive. Because of this the two never met.
