"Ah, the manifestation of multiplicity, you can actually see it, it ain't just words"

"-Blessed relief has come to me from just that minute-Everything has washed away- I'm perfectly normal again-(...)-I'm sitting smiling in the sun, the birds sing again, all's well again.
I stll can't understand it."

Jack Kerouac, Big Sur, p. 164


His hand is under
Her smooth round breast;
So he who has sorrow
Shall have rest.

From James Joyce, Chamber Music, XVIII


Ouden! Plin Pothou kai Pathous, Ouden!