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O is for…
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge,
Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Does the above Poem Remind you of anyone?
Do The Furies pursue you?
Does Death breathe upon the back of your neck?
Do you hear steps behind you on the Road Of Life, and know that what is coming is no friend?
Or perhaps your trouble is Unquenchable Yearning. You Want- Need- to hear That Loved Voice, Just Once More.
Why not come to Madame Crepusky for a (Very Nearly) Free Consultation?
Notes: Madame Crepusky again! Everywhere one looks these days, there is Madame Crepusky, looking Knowing/Smug. One shows up for a house party, to be told, in hushed, reverent tones, that “That Wonderful Madame Crepusky” is due to arrive for a seance. One sits down to read one’s paper, and her name leaps out at one. And now- full-colour advertisements! Still, one has to admire her for her Brazenness and her Business Acumen. I do wish, though, that she would take up a more Honest profession.
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