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I watch the Melnibonéan court dance; complex concentric circles within circles, each intermingling and bisecting other more expansive patterns in the grandiose choreography. There is a bland listless cast to the dancers’ faces. I feel Melniboné’s days of glory are behind her...
What is it called when one despises his eldest cousin, yet loves the younger? Yrkoon continues to gall me, but his sister -the beauteous Cymoril- offers balm for my worldly cares...