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There is such a thing as the pressure of darkness.
Victor Hugo. Epigraph from In the Winter Dark by Tim Winton

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From the otherworld of action and media, this
interleaved continuing plane is hard to focus;
we are looking into the light —
it makes some smile, some grimace.
Les Murray. Epigraph from That Eye, The Sky by Tim Winton

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Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither,
Your schemes, politics, fail—lines give way—substances mock and elude me,
Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess’d Soul, eludes not,
One’s-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that out of all is sure,
Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life—what at last finally remains?
When shows break up, what but One’s-Self is sure?
Walt Whitman, “Quicksand Years.” Epigraph from The Valley of Amazement by Amy Tan

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