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17 October 1985
Earth, Orion Arm
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"Hear an illustration reader.
A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her. He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound; he pauses-fancying she has stirred: he withdraws; not for worlds would he be seen. All is still: he again advances: he bends over her; a veil rests on her features: he lifts it, bends lower; now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty-warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest. How hurried was their first glance! But how they fix! How he starts! How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger! How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly! He thus grasps and cries, and gazes, because he no longer fears to waken by any sound he can utter-by and movement he can make. He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone-dead."
-excerpt from Jane Eyre