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No sound came from Anand's room. The silence of death hung over everything...worse than death... the silence of despair.
Agnes Smedley, Daughter of Earth, The Feminist Press, New York, 1973, p.391.
TIME: 1945.
PLACE: New York, U.S.A.
CIRCUMSTANCE: after a quarrel.
Then I stood gazing slightly upward, and from out of the vastness tear drops were falling. They fell just before my face, a row of large, dark, grey drops, and by their side, a row of small rose-hued drops. I listened... they fell into nothingness below me, without a sound... there was nothing to make a sound, I neither heard them come nor go. How slowly and endlessly they fell!..
Above me stretched infinity, soundless, unbounded in immensity. A dim humming came... the dim, never-ceasing humming of the cosmic universe. The uncomprehending vastness of it filled my being,
Agnes Smedley, Daughter of Earth, The Feminist Press, New York, 1973, p. 396.
TIME: before W.W.II
PLACE: New York, U.S.A.
CIRCUMSTANCE: a dream of Infinity.
Turning, endlessly turning. As it turned I heard a great throbbing hum-m-m...hum-m-m ... hum-m-mm... With each throb the white palm appeared and then vanished, appeared, vanished, appeared, vanished.
Agnes Smedley, Daughter of Earth, The Feminist Press, New York, 1973, p. 397.
TIME: before W.W.II
PLACE: New York
CIRCUMSTANCE: A dream about a large white hand.
"I watched in fascination with the knowledge that I was gazing on life and death, life and eternity. The white shining palm was life that flashed for a second from blackness. The blackness was eternity."
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