Tuesday

The Triumph of Life


Suddenly Hebdomeros saw that this woman had the eyes of his father; and he understood. She spoke of immortality in the great starless night.

“O Hebdomeros,” she said, “I am Immortality. Nouns have their gender, or rather their sex, as you once said with so much finesse, and verbs, alas, decline. Have you ever thought of my death? Have you ever thought of the death of my death? Have you thought of my life? One day, O brother....”

But she spoke no further.

Giorgio de Chirico

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