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large/10361/revolutions_time_1608_librivox_64kb_mp3/revolutionsoftime_08_dunn_64kb
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There was a rhythm that ran through it, like poetry, yet not like average poetry, where the rhythm is forced and the lines deformed to its ungainly warble, but like heavenly poetry, where the rhythm is beyond the conscious and into the subconscious, where it inspires a feeling of quaint remembrance of itself, as if it were there and not there at the same time. THERE WAS A RHYTHM THAT RAN THROUGH IT LIKE POETRY YET NOT LIKE AVERAGE POETRY WHERE THE RHYTHM IS FORCED AND THE LINES DEFORMED TO ITS UNGAINLY WARBLE BUT LIKE HEAVENLY POETRY WHERE THE RHYTHM IS BEYOND THE CONSCIOUS AND INTO THE SUBCONSCIOUS WHERE IT INSPIRES A FEELING OF QUAINT REMEMBRANCE OF ITSELF AS IF IT WERE THERE AND NOT THERE AT THE SAME TIME
s water from a well. There were about twenty guards in the squadron that protected the King, but it was not so much from the terror of them that the Canitaurs fled, nor was it because of the guards that patrolled the walls and were sure to join any fray attempted, it was instead an apparent fear of the King, and rightly so, for his demeanor was fierce and sophisticated, as if he were not just a warrior nor solely a scholar, but a mixture of the two that gave him an aura that inspired fear, some unseen presence that filled the air around him and sent his neighbors into a reverencing awe reminiscent of a lover's sacred euphoria, intangible yet undeniable. As I turned to him, he smiled and greeted me softly and pleasantly, in such a way that seemed contrary to his nature. Instead of being terrible and glorious like the crash of thunder or the din of waves, his voice was melodious, subtly so, like a soft summer rain affecting the dreams of a slumbering child as it falls gently on his face. AS NATURALLY AS WATER FROM A WELL THERE WERE ABOUT TWENTY GUARDS IN THE SQUADRON THAT PROTECTED THE KING BUT IT WAS NOT SO MUCH THAT FROM THE TERROR OF THEM THAT THE CANNOTAS FLED NOR WAS IT BECAUSE OF THE GUARDS THAT PATROLLED THE WALLS AND WERE SURE TO JOIN ANY FRAY ATTEMPTED IT WAS INSTEAD AN APPARENT FEAR OF THE KING AND RIGHTLY SO FOR HIS DEMEANOUR WAS FIERCE AND SOPHISTICATED AS IF HE WERE NOT JUST A WARRIOR NOR SOLELY A SCHOLAR BUT A MIXTURE OF THE TWO THAT GAVE HIM AN ORA THAT INSPIRED FEAR SOME UNSEEN PRESENCE THAT FILLED THE AIR AROUND HIM AND SENT HIS NEIGHBORS INTO A REVERENCING AWE REMINISCENT OF A LOVER'S SACRED EUPHORIA INTANGIBLE YET UNDENIABLE AS I TURNED TO HIM HE SMILED AND GREETED ME SOFTLY AND PLEASANTLY IN SUCH A WAY THAT SEEMED CONTRARY TO HIS NATURE INSTEAD OF BEING TERRIBLE AND GLORIOUS LIKE THE CRASH OF THUNDER OR THE DIN OF WAVES HIS VOICE WAS MELODIOUS SUBTLY SO LIKE A SOFT SUMMER RAIN AFFECTING THE DREAMS OF A SLUMBERING CHILD AS IT FALLS GENTLY ON HIS FACE
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