Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Hyperion - Dan Simmons

".... I am filled with sorrow. No, not sorrow, not yet, but a sharp-toothed
sadness which soon will open into grief. For years I have carried on silent conversations with Siri, framing questions to myself for future discussion with her, and it suddenly strikes me with cold clarity that we will never again sit together and talk. An emptiness begins to grow inside me."

~ Merin Aspic

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